A Walk among the Tombstones

I visit her chat window now and then

And it feels like an ode to a Tombstone 

 

And as I walk among the dead lines

That were once alive with our love

I can feel the grass of time grow 

Steadily, under my very feet.

Maybe next year, on her birthday 

I shall scroll through here again 

And until then

I will leave these lines here

As an elegy

To what was once living

And breathing

But is now very dead.