You were gone and I was alone. Your fresh grave growing muddy in the rain. I felt their hands pat my back and their words were muffled and insincere.

A sparrow flew past, wings drenched and struggling in the harsh weather. She landed on your gravestone and my breath caught in my throat.

“Get off,” I whispered. The sparrow looked at me and I gasped. Her eyes.

Your eyes looked back at me and the sparrow let out it’s song.

The sparrow leapt into the air and took flight. She quickly disappeared into the storm.

“Please! Come back!” I cried, knowing that would be the last time I saw you.