In memory of...

I've had a strange past few days...

I've been to new places and met strangers there; some who I warmed to, others I let know I detested them. I ended up, at dawn, at an illegal party in a building that was formerly a place I was lectured in for my university tuition. That was a fascinating experience, but one I hold few memories of.
The culmination of too many drinks and being fed bad drugs resulted in memory loss and winding up in a lavish apartment somewhere vaguely familiar. I attempted to sleep, I vomited the contents of the night before, I stripped down to my underwear, was cleaned up and tended to with glasses of water, lost consciousness and sunk my skull on the porcelain basin of a sink on the way down. The scar remains, an inch below a scar that I received as a child, when I collided with another object; a car.
   The next day I awoke wearing someone else's clothes, in their stripped down bed, on my own. I gathered my things, walked home and slept all the way through until this morning. I awoke early, drank a coffee (I've still yet to eat since Saturday- It's mid Monday, now) and secured a job. I walked home, got terribly lost, and freezing cold, I wandered through a beautiful and imploringly sad cemetery.

This is something I penned while I ambled along, admiring everything around me.

How vast it all is;
The tome of the dead-
Weathered name, beyond name,
All as still as another.
Mother and child, in effigy,
Angel's wing, stone masonry,
free masonry,
Sign after sign.
Cross after cross.
Here it is they lie;
A name and the figure of Christ-
'Henceforth shall never divide'
Coloured with the garland's
Of the flowers of their kin
And hereafter I walk
The only one who holds
Onto what they hath lost
And I who walk, lost
To here; where they have found their way
And from whence shall move
Nevermore