An unkempt red rose bows
her head among the
dead leaves,
dead plants and
dead flowers. 
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, 
still breathing, 
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.