My first attempt at writing in a long time. Any suggestions would be appreciated.


My mind still foggy from sleep, I reach to wake you.
I find your side empty and cold.
Memories flood my mind.
You, slowly descending into that final bed of earth.
Black, so much black, and wreaths of roses standing erect on a mound of upturned dirt.
A sea of stone remembrances,
telling tales of lives left unfulfilled.
So near to you but we've never been farther apart.
Their muffled condolences echo in my ears.
I feel wetness on my cheek, not mine.
The sky has done my crying for me.

Time races past me and still I remember.
But no longer do I awake craving you.
For we are together again,
if only in dreams I create of us.