Untitled by Scott Walker

Untitled

by Scott Walker

We walked through the graveyard

laughing,

reading the strange names

without faces

Then we stumbled upon

a pair of stones that were

not so unfamilar

Motionless, we were drawn

quiety from our cheer.

She began to cry.

"It's different, " she said,

"When you know them.

It's different

when you have kissed them."