The overcast clouds roll across the sky
A draft flows over the grass
Giving the appearance of soft waves
Eternally stretching for a non-existent shore
The tombstones interrupt the gentle hills
Crosses and cement markers
Displaying the passing of lives
Too unknown to be visited by occasional flowers
An old woman wears black
Walking through the forest of marble and stone
She pauses in places and visits those who have no one else
And she continues on
Her feet lead her deftly and she remembers the past
A time when she would not come near this place
Now it calms her to know that she can come
And sit for hours with her childhood friends
Finally she reaches her dearest
The marble is dull, the grass overgrown
Tears escape her as they have for years
And she lowers herself to the ground
She lays down, careful not to disturb the frail dried flowers
That she carried to the grave weeks ago.
As she closes her eyes a breeze blows gently
And the black veil lifts from her ghostly pale skin
A bright light opens the heavens
The clouds vanish from the sky
Her life slowly drains away and is lifted from her
And still her hand does clutch the locket at her neck
A newlywed couple lives on in her very last thought
Their happiest times together
As they again will soon be
For today she will join her beloved
Nevermore gripped within this mournful world
Free at last
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