Lovely flowers
Lie on my grave

But no one visits
Except for you

I watch,
I wait,
I visit.

But...
No one ever comes.

Except for you.
My saving grace.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A short and sad poem.I wonder in death does it matter? What is left in the grave anyway? I like the appreciation in the poem for the visitor. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote