When I go

When I Go


I have never had such palpable hurt
Hearts will not dare run away from the blame;
Teaching the hardest lessons pulled from dirt,
A chisel has given the stone a name.
Though years are removed like a leaf
That quivers on a branch, absently—
There is nothing yet replacing grief—
You were laid to rest beneath an olive tree.
What have we here, a strength, a harder seed;
A small monument to soften the fall?
Memories won’t weather away just like a weed
Won’t brown with grass, and is greener than all.
You, my love will be buried and rested—
And when I go my heart will be arrested.