Along the headstones I walk, never looking at one for more than a minute, enough time.

The names all in capital letters, carved into the cold stones. Black and gray the colours of sadness.

With my head down I march on. Headstones on my right and left all lined up in a row. Some are the only proof these people ever existed.

Big stones for the wealthy, and brass plated squares for the others. Somebody’s get stones, and nobody’s get brass.

Everybody gets remembered. One more stone in a row of graves. Once was life is now a memory.

Why did it have to be this way I say to myself as I knell in front of your big black stone. Raise my eyes to the name and read it to myself.

A silent tear runs down my cheek as I put my face into my hands and cry to the heaven above.

Some days I wish my life would come to an end so I could be with you once again. I know it is wrong to want to die.

Sometimes I don’t feel like going to bed, because I know when I wake up you won’t be there beside me. You won’t be there smiling.

Once and a while I walk. I use the same path that we once walked hand and hand over. Now I have nobodies hand to hold.

I am alone. Alone but never really alone. I feel you in me in everything I do, and everything that happens. That is what keeps me going from Day to Day.

From sunrise to sunset you are on my mind. My first and last thought every day. We will be together again, I promise you that my love.

Now I raise my eyes to the stars and I stand up and walk away from your stone. Exit through the rows and rows of headstones.

By: Tim Harrison