Mourn at Night

by William Schroeder

Going to mourn late in the night

The grass is wet, my lips are tight

Stepping across a dark courtyard

Light from your window, not very far

Kneel at the steps, stare at my shoes

Everything stings, everything's blue

Wonder about, whisper aloud

Voice gets stuck in a big, black cloud

Candles are set, I see thru a screen

Wishing I didn't know what it means

Turning away, back to my car

I try to forget I know where you are

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