I had visited her every day

For the past ten years

And yet she never got to know me any better

Nor I, her.

I would sit and talk to her for hours,

Under an umbrella in the rain

Bundled up in coats and scarves in the snow

Doused in sunscreen all summer long.

But she never changed.

She sat there and endured the changing seasons

And the harsh winds

With stone-faced resolve, motionless.

Today I say goodbye to grief.

I know I will never touch her hands again

If there were even hands left to hold.

I turn my back, and walk away from her grave

Dropping one last rose as I go.