Visit after visit
the view never changes
The distant sound of angry waves
far behind the old wall,
still standing
The birds chirping
hiding in the old tree,
still rising
You
lay in its shadow
showering in the smell of Primrose
covered in a sheet of blue Tulips
I caress the cold grass at your feet
giving up to the old habit
I send a little prayer
for you
then I dive into the sea
this sea of innovation,
of modernity,
of madness.
No looking back
I know you'll be here, unwavering
in the graveyard