Late one night i walked the area, then i found you laying on a grave, staring out looking at the sky. you notice and sweetly greet me, i return the greet and we talk. as dawn approaches we depart. i meet you every night on the same grave, and talk all night. i stayed after dawn once and read the grave you stayed on... we still talk, i still come every night, but now, every day i lay a flower on there for you, for it is yours.