I stood chilly vigil
over your stone.
A distant train
cried in the morning air…
haunting me.
Sounds of life call out –
sirens, traffic, birds
as you bare silent witness,
never answering, never stirring –
Life always moves on.
© 2023 Gregory Vessar. A Thousand Miles from Kansas. All Rights Reserved.






2 responses to “I Stood Chilly Vigil”
The scene in this photo reminds me of being near Fitzpatricks corner.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I did not see it until you mentioned it…it does! This is actually in St. Joe, MO.
LikeLike