Glen.

I saw you today; I wish you’d seen me too.
I saw you amongst the Kiplings and
Hisseys and Rapkos,
Amongst the killed in action, only sleeping
And resting for eternity.

I saw you today; I wish you’d seen me too.
I saw you amongst the monuments,
The etched stones and unmarked plots.
Amongst the forgotten names,
The beloved and bereaved.

And as I stood, I felt only a tinge
Of sadness. Here lies Grandpa,
Pop, Gramps – which do I use?
I can’t help but feel a sense of guilt,
I feel no grief, no loss.

All I feel is guilt. No sorrow or
Adoration or longing. Just guilt.
I have nothing to offer you,
Not even a dream or
Distant memory.

Love you, I do, but
Had I known you before,
I might miss you more.