Second Final Words

My gravestone will list which
poems I wrote about you.
In some way, they all were.
Everything is a
love poem if you stay alive for love.
My death will be a love poem
and maybe the stone will have no words.
Or I’ll never be buried.
The ground’ll talk back to my body,
loving me too,
and I’d never get any rest.

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