I went again, on Saturday.
The sun scorched my neck, and arms.
Mandy got sunstroke, she did.
Big white patch where her necklace had been.

Going again.
It all came back to me.
And I couldn’t look
For fear of being seen.

In my mind

I could see that day.
I could feel the tears cut across my cheeks
And break on the ground.
- careful where you tread.
Couldn’t help it.

Going back
Nearly killed me.
Events one year on,
As fresh as they were back then.
High heels sinking into the mud.
And the tears,
So frequent
Cutting lines across my face,

And the carnations on the grave.