BY DR. AGONSON
I passed your grave the other day while walking down the lane.
With dear and cherished friends for warmth, how cold I felt to see
your solitary monument of dead and lifeless stone
engravéd with somebody’s name I’ll never fully know.
And so my chest became a stormy winter full of snow.
The chill did stab my heart—I felt the dagger touch my bone.
With nothing left to say or do, and yet I cannot flee—
my friends are moving down the way while I’m trapped by this pain.
Tale Told 