A Poem for the Dead

Sunlight shines on the cemetery,

Gray stones marking the dead,

Two sentinels watching me,

After death there is nothing to be said.

I look at the photograph, then back,

A pair of black eyes staring at me,

But in the photograph,

Her figure I cannot see.

The green doors open behind her,

A loud groan resounds,

She reaches out to me,

But with her, I am not bound.

I hear her voice,

She begs, she pleads,

She wants to take me down the underworld,

She wants me to follow her lead.

I shake my head,

I tell her no,

I am still alive,

And she must go.

So a cold gust hits my body,

A tense silence between us,

She turns around and walks away,

I did want to go with her, but resist I must.

So now I am alone,

The two guardians still cold stone,

I once loved her,

But now to see her, it shakes me to the bone.