Withered Grave by Fenny Sterenborg
my dearly beloved one
Carved in stone, many years ago.
Underneath those loving words, a resting body
far too young, left by itâ€™s soul.
A few lonely flowers come back every year,
but itâ€™s apparent, no living soul is tending here.
From the date, by now, forever must also be gone.
But where did she go, this yours forever,
that dearly beloved one.
Why wasnâ€™t she buried here with you,
like decided all those years ago.
I can only guess the reasons,
but I will never know.
Forever you lie alone, awaiting,
in this grave meant for two.
As I move on, I wonder,
perhaps she did too.
March 01, 2006