Missed.

[tipofhertoe]

There is no
site to grieve
you
that is not
an empty room
no gravestone
no nameplate
no name
no life to speak on
still
I drive
and drive
through cave hill
past ornate mausoleums
and statues of jesus
mary
dead ballerinas
past 10 generations
all with the same name
and I search for you
gripping for a chance to let
you go
though I know
here is not your tomb
I throw away my
mourning flowers
I can not place them
in my womb.