Kneeling at the grave
Staring at carved stone
A beginning, an end, a name
Once a living being, now gone
Questions without replies
Situations that had no end
Uninvited memories
Only the living left to mend
The visits become sporadic
Grass is growing tall
The sight remains the same
New neighbors at the dead mall
Carrying on with the days
Time ticks with innuendo
The end is never known
But always has a short window
Good2begone 