Graveyard Whispers

 I remember years ago

Sitting on your mother's couch 

Talking to the matriarchs of your family. 

I remember your mother telling me about high school sweethearts 

And how years after they broke up,

Marriages and children later,

How their paths found each other once again,

And how your grandma's eyes lit up

With hope for that path.

And now nearly a decade later,

I am married to a man that isn't you,

With a child that is not yours 

And it has just hit me how 

Secretly 

I still wish that road might cross my path. 

- H

August 1, 2024

I fear I may have to take this one to my grave.