White on white

aligned as one

rows and rows

with all names

carved in between.

Each footstep

leads to another tear

another flower

another “thank you.”

So much is said

in the silence.

I hear your name

for what feels like

the thousandth time.

Although now,

it is different.

I’m actually standing here

in the place that I’ve

only heard tell about,

and I’m with you, the person

I never knew.

Yet your careful lettering

still fogs up my vision.

Isn’t it odd how one name

can mean the world?

I wonder how many planets

fill these grounds.

Planets are beautiful,

even if we don’t know

that much about them.

All of a sudden

I am walking

across galaxies.