Sitting by your grave

sobbing “please come back”

I’m not over it yet

Like everyone else

I mope around

Because adventures are nit fun without you

I sit by your grave

And swear ag the sky

For taking my last goodbye

And making you leave too soon

I brush away the dirt

Resting on the stone

So young with a life ahead

I beg to God to let this be a dream

To send you back to me

But it never happens

So here I am sitting by your grave

I’m so sorry