Missing You.

I sit inside the graveyard,
Ankles crossed by flowers,
Letters littered at my feet,
I've sat this way for hours.

Words will come aplenty,
However, none seem right,
I sit and stare at marked, grey stone,
Ignore the fading light.

You said you'd never leave me,
I knew it wouldn't last,
And I look back with fondness,
Upon our happy past.

Your smiles were more than my own,
Your laughter was a song,
And I could listen to your rasp,
Your speaking all day long.

When you left it crushed me,
But sitting here, I smile,
This cemetery has its love,
And you're worth the extra mile.