Before I understood my mortality,
I spent a summer haunting Graceland.
I would roller skate past marble mourners
and picnic on the grass and fed swans.
I raced my 10 speed along the empty paths
having visions of bustled ladies and large families
enjoying their Sunday's rest together, as one.
I am one, as none of my peers will attend with me.
Love of headstones and solitude are mine alone.
I visit monuments and gravesides globally
chatting up the unseen and forgotten.
What am I looking for?
I spent a summer haunting Graceland.
I would roller skate past marble mourners
and picnic on the grass and fed swans.
I raced my 10 speed along the empty paths
having visions of bustled ladies and large families
enjoying their Sunday's rest together, as one.
I am one, as none of my peers will attend with me.
Love of headstones and solitude are mine alone.
I visit monuments and gravesides globally
chatting up the unseen and forgotten.
What am I looking for?
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