every grave = a broken heart
every small flag = thanks, but no thanks
the craggy faced lady = i miss you more than the day you died
the jogger on the bench = i promised your mother i'd visit
the kids playing tag = i'll never know my brother was never older
the bouquet of daisys = i've moved on
every blade of brown dead grass = fuck you for leaving me
the 12ft monument = we remember you better than you were
the boy with black eyeliner = i'm thinking of joining you
every potted geranium = you are fading in my memory
opening thought by minnie, who wants credit and a really big font
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