17 February 2013
Rows and rows of broken dreams Letters carved in stone Friends and family left behind Shattered and alone
Some have flowers, some have notes Some are simply bare A crying woman speaks to one A painful muttered prayer
Groups of people dressed in black Gathering to cry Dropping roses on a box Asking themselves why
This grave is the one I seek Saddest of them all I touch the stone and start to cry To my knees I fall
Wish I could have said goodbye Could have saved you from this fate "I'm sorry" whispered as I cry Guess I was too late
Cemetery • Opuss № I