I can barely bring myself to listen  to the music I love so much , the pain it brings , thoughts of distance things , open air scent memories,  a crippling unease of wasted dreams

Another person in the soil no face no name to speak of
Just a heap of digging and planted no saving grace, the wilted flowers now all but gone ,
It's cold and wet now , the dark sky's turned grey to black , I lay beside them , on the fresh mound I mourn,