I sit by the grave, a single flower in my hand, a rose... red and full, sharp thorns that sting. Like the stinging in my heart.

I know you are here. Everywhere I look I see you..

As I look to the heavens, I see your face in the clouds, a grin on your face...

In the darkness of the night sky I see the sparkle of your eyes shining brightly.

And yet I wonder... why... why were you taken from me? Anger and pain overtake me...

I believe our souls will be together again, but when...

As I walk alone, dirt under my feet, legs moving without thought, heart beating, I ask the universe...

When will the pain go away?

I hear a whisper from the soft wind flowing over my body.

My answer... when we meet again.