Unknown to each other, in this life,
Now buried just feet apart,
She died of a fatal overdose,
He of a broken heart.

Strangers though they might of been,
Their paths one day did cross,
A fleeting glance while passing by,
Then a curious sence of loss.

Now neighbours till the end of time,
They share a bed of clay,
Her tombstone is white marble,
His a mottled grey.