Forgotten

jinettyx Sat Nov 05 2011, 01:46

In the corner of the graveyard lay a stone so small and bare,
Whilst others draped in flowers, just a date was etched on there.
I walked the path towards it, blooming petals thinning fast
The grasses faded yellow as the wind whipped up-then passed.
Alone. I stood and stared upon the smallest headstone plot
And wondered how it came to be without a name- forgot?!
It seemed the clock stopped ticking as I frowned upon the date
Yet still- the air, dissolved the day, for now it had got late.
The spitting of the rain had sent a shiver down my spine
Awoken from my hazed-dazed state was how i'd spent the time.
Within my hand I held a bunch of tulips-wilting slow
And just as quick I thought to lay them, something told me 'No'.
As then a breeze with sweetened scent turned my eyes to see
A single rose of purest white growing beneath a tree.
This willow tree with twisted trunk, protector of this flower
It seemed to be abeckoning me to sit there for an hour..
And sheltered from the pouring rain, I felt at ease a while
The rose stood strong.then quivered, seemed to lean across and smile
For there carved deep within the trunk, a perfect forming heart
where two sets of initials inscribed, "Never will we part".
© Lucie Langley 2011