Why do I feel like this?

"Why do I feel like this?" I ask,
"I know my love is real."
I heard no answer,
yet she told me,
"I know just how you feel."
"But why?"
I said to her in reply.
I heard no answer,
yet she told me,
"True love cannot lie."
"Is it not meant to be?
Is that what you're trying to say?"
I heard no answer,
yet she told me,
"You'll find true love again someday."
I turned around and said goodbye,
And told her that I'd be back soon,
But just before I left her grave,
I laid some flowers on her tomb.