She cuts a solitary figure A single mourner Head bowed against the sun Hands clasped to her breast Her gaze so distant Her mind revisiting time passed Lost in a haze of fractured memories A single tear trails down her cheek Knowing that she will never see him again Nor feel his touch nor hear his voice again. For even now she struggles to picture him His face receding into the darkness. Convulsing in the throes of agony Wracked by endless sobbing A lost soul engulfed in misery Ripped apart by a shattered heart On her knees, crestfallen, beside the burial mound She laments the loss of two lives For she too has died this day Condemned to a life of emptiness, she has nothing left While his flesh returns to dust So too is her spirit crushed Taunted by the guilt and regret Of squandered moments and wasted time The sun kisses the earth and slowly sinks out of sight Dusk heralding the birth of another endless night Only the cloudless sky weeps tears of grief Casting its silver spheres to glisten upon the earth A simple stone monument stands in silent vigil While grave flowers bend their backs against the sky To perish and decay, never to be replaced For never shall the bereaved return, but in death