Cemetery Smiles

Outside the blossoms have fallen.
Love exists though there are people
still broken hopeless in this world.

Night rises like a poem, the moon
is the only mouth in the sky.
Visiting hours are over but I stay.

The nurses don't mind. I'm quiet.
Don't talk to your drugged, sleeping
face. I do hold your hand.

Seven months they have kept you
alive when you should have been dead.
I sum the hours and blame myself.

I come at dawn and when I leave,
it is below the plaintive sky,
cemetery for stars. So many graves,

so many dying stars, waiting to be
counted. Which one is for you?