Gusts of wind

through the ginkgo -

missing her

The scent of

yesterday's incense-

Monday

Autumn comes -

I'm raking the leaves

from its path

Where sad people

and sweet people

meet 

A blackbird hops

as we pass in silence

from tombstone to tombstone

All is done

now there is only

our waiting

A night bird calls-

I have nothing but

this silence