Epitaph

I visit graveyards,
In moments of grief,
With the hope of seeking comfort
From lives bygone yet cherished.

They never knew
What their epitaphs would read
While striving and lamenting
Criss crossing through endeavours in life.

I fidget over tiny tears,
Pain that doesn't leave scars,
And all that seems fragile,
When I realise, all I would leave behind is a dust laden epitaph.

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