An unkempt red rose bows
her head among the
dead plants and
While the hot sun scorches dry earth below.
Fading black text, In Memoriam.
I listen as birds call and sing
from behind well maintained green bushes
as smaller creatures walk,
surrounded by death.
3 steps up to your place of rest
sheltered by tall trees.
Burnt out candles, not a flame to be seen.
Sharp grey pebbles
barely support my aching footsteps.
Sitting, crouching awkwardly
praying on my knees.
Reading faded words as the
Chitter chatter noise from afar gets closer.
Yet here, I feel alone with you.