Every day I went to see you. Your stone as cold as ever, your grass wet by the tears from heaven. Is that you wishing you were back? Not wanting to see me living my life on autopilot?

You shouldn’t have left if that was the case. You chose this fate and now I have to suffer it.

Every evening before the sky took the sun I would come to see you. You never moved just rested beneath my feet. Everytime there would be fresh flowers and I wondered who you had impacted so profoundly to leave you fresh roses.

I guess it wasn’t enough since they’ve begun to wilt. Pretty soon they’ll be as dead as you, returning to the earth from which it came from.

At the very least I see this death coming. I never saw yours. I don’t think I’ll ever understand your choice but I’ll forever feel it.