I Stopped in the Graveyard to Think

I stopped in the graveyard to think today.
I brought flowers.
As if flowers could ease my guilt for something
I couldn't have stopped.
Could bring you back.
Could move that man thirty minutes later
Or twenty blocks north.
As if flowers could turn back time
And I could hold you in my arms
And tell you not to go.

When I think about your death,
Your murder,
I think about you.

And that is the worst part of all.