In the cemetery

The mausoleum
of my heart
inters a new and swelling love

Alongside the others
chambered within
resting

The murmurs of a life
spent wanting to love
needing to love
loving

Nothing is buried there
light beats in
wind forages for dust

I can't see around
the cracked metal door

--it's open
not broken--

But I can imagine
the interior

We keep walking