The skies are gray and cloudy
It's like this most every time
I come here to visit you my dear
Or is it all just in my mind

I could sit and talk for hours
Of all the good times that we had
But the conversation always rolls back around
To the day of your untimely death

It is at that moment I choke on my words
For there is nothing left to say
When all that I have left of you now
Are my memories and your grave

I wipe your headstone clean once again
Leave the flowers where they lay
With that same cloth I wipe my tears
Then turn and walk away...