“Life After ” by George Anderson

Eventually they'll start to forget.
People will stop talking about what happened
by the following Monday,
when reality calls
and bills begin replacing the sympathy cards
in the mail.

The visits to the cemetery become
less and less frequent,
until only the caretaker is left to care
for the flowers.

Even she will move on, at peace
with a new life and a new love, if only to
keep out of those places
where only those truly devoted live condemned
behind the stone walls.