Cemetery

Amongst the broken tomb stones

In a lonely cemetery

I smoked a cigarette

And looked around.

One grave, fresh dug,

Earth piled by the side;

The headstone blank.

Would this be mine?

Born, lived, died,

Forgotten.

Is this how it ends?

Six feet under ground

And rotten.

Difficult to accept

But true.

My chief regret;

I wasted my  love

For you.

Threw it aside.

It haunts my living days

And I cannot forget.

I certainly can’t hide.

Still looking for a way through.

That only I can provide

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