I wonder who they were and
what they were like. Did they have fun
while they were here or were they always serious and grumpy? Were they well liked and have lots of friends
or did they live alone, fixing breakfast for one, sipping coffee by themselves,
staring out the window at a vacant landscape?
I’d like to think they were
happy. I’d like to believe they were
surrounded by friends and smiles, with laughter coming from the kitchen and
children playing in the yard.
I’d like to think they left
nothing but smiles in their wake, with pleasant memories dancing in the minds
of the friends left behind.
If I can’t read their stone –
I’ll simply read into it
leaving yet another smile.
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