I have never been to a cemetery.
But I would imagine one feeling sorrow.
Unease being surrounded by the fallen.
Some stories bittersweet, some depressing.
Overwhelming scents of muddy earth
and wet cobblestone.
Sounds of birds chirping and sharp winds.
I imagine one would feel shell-shocked
(looking at names soon-to-be forgotten).
Tears would litter one’s cheeks
(staring at the etched-in name of a loved one).
Or a strange sense of peace
(knowing one’s suffering came to an end).
