I saw you at the roadside
By the flowers
And the messages of condolence
For a moment I thought to stop
To sit beside you
To introduce myself as a poet
In that instant your eyes
They saw right through me
There was I
Wanting to use your grief
For my own personal
Gratification and pleasure
However I drove on
Left you to your private meditation
Although on reflection
A few miles down the road
I wished it had been different
Always many coloured flowers
Always notes in plastic pockets
Up and down the roadsides
Scattered ashes, always by the corners
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