Endless seconds flying by with each breath.
A trembling that creeps up my spine.
A pull that brought me back to that place.
The once upturned earth.
Now just one of many.
You aren’t special.
I saw your grave today.
Overgrown with vicious nature.
I couldn’t read the words.
Fingers running over the carved stone.
Mouthing along with the syllables.
You’re still gone.
I don’t know.
I didn’t think I’d live this long.