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Whilst I sit at your grave listening to you tell me all the beautiful stories from the past
Lets welcome the others that have been lying in calm for decades
Who listens to their stories anymore my friend? Who has time and patience
Here I am. Coming your way. Getting a bottle of Wine soon.
We will sit back without a worry. Lie down looking at the skies and talking like the good old days
Tell me more about your childhood which I never got to know.
I look at these pictures all the time. Feels as if you are speaking to me right now.
The eyes that smile. They look right into mine as if trying to tell a story. The story of the picture.
Let everyone gather around. Let them come all the way from distant lands
Let them fill their busy hearts with little memories they can unlock
I will listen and bring those stories to you. I will have lots of stories to tell you.
Very soon, it will all be over. We can finally find peace among the graves
Among the graves!
Lets invite the forgotten souls, lets celebrate with ages old wine
Whats left of this world will disappear soon
Nothing interests anymore. Except the memories. Memories are all I have now.
The world will move on. The time wont stop. People will eventually forget.
But my friend, my soul will remember. I wonder if it will be remembered. But it does.
We will let them gather among the graves. Listening to their stories from the past
I wonder how many million stories there will be.
But why worry about time? We will be beyond the boundaries and shackles of time
We will be in a place where time can not separate us anymore
Where our memories can overcome time and its many restrictions
We will sit among the graves of the old, let everyone gather and sing
I will write all the stories. not one will be forgotten nor missed
My friend, all I wish for is to see you.
I sit among the graves, wondering when I can hear you speak to me once again
This pain, my friend, the only cure that lies ahead is to bribe my time to stop for a moment
To pause until I reach you. Until I pack my pen and book and get back to you
Anger has found a way out. All that's left is a shell waiting to die. 

I will be on my way home soon. Home is where you are. Home is where we can talk. Home is where I live with you. The rest, is but a grave!