Published October 9, 2026
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Oh please, meet me at the cemetery,
Meet me where our bodies are buried,
Where we took our last breath.
Before I mourned what I have already lost,
Before you died, but never left,
When being alone meant loneliness.
It will always rain; our flesh will always rot,
This valley we are buried in is too many miles from home.
Oh please, could you meet me at the cemetery?
Tell me anything; I beg you, let me hear your voice again,
Be more than a dead bird, a corpse, a reminder of the uncontrollable.
Let our bones and blood mix together, as we sing,
‘Could you meet me again, for the last time,
At the cemetery, which is too many miles from home?’
Look at me once more, and promise me anything,
Give me a reason to love your body, even in death.
Please, meet me at the cemetery, where our bodies are buried.
Hi Ellie!
I'm back to review another poem in your brilliant collection!
This one really read to me like a prayer, not a decorative one. The structure is essentially devotional: a single plea, 'meet me at the cemetery,' repeats in every stanza and returns at the end as a lone line, like a liturgy that circles back to its opening words. I wanted to keep singing it to the tune of 'Cemetery Gates' by the Smiths!
In this first stanza, the speaker says 'our last breath' and 'where our bodies are buried' so this is not the resting place of one person, and perhaps not a literal resting place, but a place where a relationship broke up and died. It seems that this other person had left already, but was not truly gone, so there was a period when the loss was real but not yet felt, perhaps a numbness, or a time when they hadn’t yet understood what was gone. 'When being alone meant loneliness' was a really impactful line for me. Being alone has come to mean something even heavier than simple loneliness.
The imagery in the first line really spoke to me: even though this relationship was over, the rain and rot will persist, but physically. Before, it's unclear whether the speaker is talking literally or metaphorically, but here, the flesh rotting is a visceral image that grounds the poem in the body. The final line in this stanza has some anger to it, an anger at only being left with the remains, with the fragility of a dead bird. The stanza goes from accepting that nothing will change and the 'it will always rain' to asking for it to change. That tension between resignation and begging is what makes it read as prayer to me: the speaker knows the answer is silence and asks regardless.
In this stanza, the speaker has stopped begging. They have now started merging. It's not that they want a reunion, to meet again, but to have their 'bones and blood' mix together, decay and intimacy at the same time, a breaking of abject boundaries. In the previous stanza, the speaker is angered that all they have left is a corpse, but here they ask for a reason to keep loving that body anyway. This is a very strong line. The speaker is not saying they love the body despite its state, but asking to be given a reason to love it, which shows that they admit that the love is under strain and that decay is testing it. The thing that repels is the thing you can’t stop loving.
Ending it on the central refrain, and the same line that opened the poem, brings it in a circular motion, it doesn't end, the speaker goes back to begging.
In the previous poems, I talked about the different ways of 'breathing'. In 'everything in my dreams is me' you breathe by realising you’re infinite. In 'How to breathe underwater', you breathe by accepting fragility. This poem sits between the two, and I think here the last breath is already behind you. The cemetery asks whether the continuity and infinitude found within the first poem is worth it when someone else has stopped breathing.
There was nothing worth noting as any criticism; I really enjoyed analysing this one! Looking forward to reading the next one
yesss, this is a very mournful yet evocative poem and you established well with the way they feel about them dying or isolation. the structure of the poem is fantastic, though i wasnt quite sure if the person is already dead because it looks like they have passed away but they still carry the grievance and loneliness and the fact that they miss someone who passed away too?
other than that, it is a very eerie poem that handles great angst and loneliness, good job!!
Hello! Am moon
Firstly, I'm really in love with this poem. I think the speaker is talking to someone who has died, and maybe the speaker wants to die too. I'm not completely sure, but that's what I thought when I read the beginning.
I really liked the part about how the person died but never left, because I think their memories are still with the speaker even though they're physically gone.
My favourite line is “Tell me anything; I beg you, let me hear your voice again.” I really love this line because it shows how much that person's voice means to the speaker. They are even ready to beg just to hear it again. I found that really touching.
I also really liked the repetition of “meet me at the cemetery.” It made the poem feel even more emotional to me.
Some parts were a little confusing to me, like the line about being a reminder of the uncontrollable, but overall, I really love this poem its really emotional. Keep writing!! Thank you for sharing
This poem is dark, haunting, and genuinely evocative. It feels like a conversation between someone who is grieving and someone they can no longer reach. But what makes it interesting is that I can't tell whether the speaker is mourning a person, mourning a version of themselves, or addressing someone who is physically gone but emotionally still present. Your poem has a compelling emotional core, but a few changes could make it more polished.
The opening could be more precise
“Where we took our last breath.”
This is understandable, but it raises an interesting question: did both people die, or is the speaker imagining a shared death?
If the ambiguity is intentional, keep it. If not, consider clarifying the relationship between the speaker and the person being addressed.