An empty field spread out before you.
remember the time when you came here last,
with your daughter?
It was beautiful.
She was only five.
But you must remember that lovely day.
Now ten years have passed,
and you're back again.
You walked down the path
to a garden in the middle,
fenced off to the world.
The wind seemed to whisper
"Remember Me?"
Goosebumps appeared,
and you shivered.
You saw the stone.
What happened here?
Do you remember?
The sky started to change
to angry dark clouds,
and thunder echoed so loud
you could hardly hear,
but the wind was louder.
So much louder,
and a voice kept crying to you,
"Remember Me?"
"We played together,
in this very spot."
"Daddy do you remember?"
You forced your head to look for the voice,
nothing.
No one was there.
You looked at the stone,
and crouched before it.
One name was carved deep
into the perfect marble stone,
and your heart wrenched with grief.
"Remember Me?"
the voice kept saying.
That sweet childish voice,
dancing in your ears.
But the owner of that voice,
is under the ground.
Never coming up again,
never playing with you again.
As the sky opened up
and the rain started to fall,
You whispered to the sweet voice
"I remember."