to fully embrace today’s creative writing theme i thought it best to go and sit in a cemetery. to sit amongst the dead; to listen to the whispers of their memories once said.
although tonight was rather balmy, not much wind in the air, if one sat long enough, penetrated through the stillness, there was indeed much to be heard:
the grandparents last kiss as their headstone lie side by side. the giggle of the small child who passed years before her time. the sobbing widow, her loverless year past. the motionless man staring blankly at the ground, his love taken from him too fast.
feeling as though i’m eavesdropping on precious mournings, windblown conversations from beyond, i get on my bike and ride. leaving the dancing ghosts and their resting souls behind.