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I knelt down at your grave and
ran my hands over the headstone
It was blank, like the mystery of your life

I do not know you
I do not know why I was there, touching your things
My knees just kept sinking deeper into the Earth
queer cosmic force
So I stayed,

over two hours
talking to a dead stranger
without an epitaph

You're just an old ghost
making the floors creak
because somehow we connected
somehow I brought you home with me
You are here now
Cold
Lonely
Forgotten
Wandering the planes of the universe
I cannot help you
I do not know anything about you
But here we are...our particles mixing up
I do not know what is real anymore

I suppose you don't either.