A boy and a girl
Walking home from school
Holding hands
As the sun sets behind them.
Taking the shortcut
Through the tombstones
Of the old cemetery
On the hill.
Reading the stones
Collecting names
Like a Lepidopterologist
Collecting butterflies.
She stops at a stone
Crooked and worn
By weather and time
Tears gathering in her eyes.
The girl buried at thirteen
Gone for close
A hundred years
Left behind a loving family.
She recognizes the name
As hers and wonders
What else do they
Have in common?
The boy hoping to comfort her
Draws her close
And kisses her gently
For the first time.
As the sun sets
And shadows grow
They walk toward home
Holding hands.
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