Empty

we were scared
children of this city
in an age
where childhood ended

we met in class
found our way across town
on the bus bound
to the cemetery

where we visited
our dead baby
this plot is empty
but her fate's the same

she will visit us
lingering
in remembered dream
all is not as it seems

there is no blame
a child can assign
her soul freed
it is ours now we must find