Just another walk

So I took a stroll in the garden of graves once again,

No wonder I find it pleasant and peaceful.

The calm winds slipping between the graves they call the new homes,

Brought me think of your new home too.

The smile that never escapes your lips engraved on the door,

It's for our beautiful memory they said. Well, how could I disagree.

We humans are blessed with the ability to forget.

I wonder why it brings me such peace visiting the garden.

Many graves are half broken or on the verge of collapse.

How long did the families remembered them I wondered. I couldn't build you a good home

When the heart was still beating. Nor could I build one now. Bit by bit the darkness shrouds the eyes. The sun no longer shines the light.

I remembered a few faces on the graves. Brought back some memories. A lot of empty land though. Started wondering if it's actually empty or people just forgot who was inside. People get busy with time. No wonder the ground was left to flatten itself.

May be to accommodate a more caring home?

So what else could I write? Someday the writing will fade away too. Just like the music did. Ah, I wish to lay down the pen inside my head and rest. But so long as your heart beats, would the grave not give me enough ink to pen another letter?