I Promise, Poetry by Sky Boivin

I stopped by your grave yesterday.
I was just passing through.
As I got closer to the cemetery,
I pulled in and drove up the driveway.
I found the faucet with no problem.
And I found you with no problems.
I wiped off the grass clippings.
I put my fingers to my lips and

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