we can't find her

with no stone,

no bench, no marker

to find

where her body lies

beneath the dirt,

with the new grass

overgrown.

we wander the grave yard

and point.

we say maybe over

there.

near that tree. there was

a tree, remember?

or was it by the gate?

i distinctly remember

the curve of a road.

i was out of breath

by the time we got up

the hill to where we stood 

and said our goodbyes.

let's try there.