epitaphs

I sat on your grave
reading and re-reading
your epitaph:
He loathed small dogs
and big cats
and nostalgia

He liked
unpolished rocks
and peacocks
and cremation

Your Dachshund pulled
on the leash
trying to lead me away,
looking at the sky
noting it would
rain
soon

I waited too long
and it poured
in a matter of minutes,
and the cotton candy
I left
dissolved instantly

The first step back
led me to fall
into my own dark hole
looking up
to see the parade
of people
misremember me too
when I stopped
being able to move