"Talking to a Grave"

I go to a place

Where I stand alone

Where once was a patch of dirt

Now your name is etched in stone
I say hello

I love you
I miss you
And wish you were here
My conversation sounds hollow
As I get down on my knees
There is only silence
But for the whisper of a breeze
I blow you a kiss

Before I say good-bye

And I want you to know

Once more

I love you

I miss you

And wish you were here


(c) Anita M. Ashworth 2009