Poem Ten

I set the flowers on the ground
I sit down by the flowers
I gently touch the stone
I’m afraid it will crumble

Your new resting place
Your new bed
Your life with me is gone
You are gone

Our house is not the same
Our bed is not warm anymore
Our closet still your clothes
Our bathroom still smells like you

I will always miss you
You will never come back
Our paths will cross in heaven

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