My Last Goodbye

Handwritten notes deep in my pocket
Flowers crumbling as they die
The last time I visited it wasn't this quiet
But it's been years since I've even driven by
The stone sits still, always in the same place
Opening the frame, always the same face
There's so much I need to say to you
Yet the words fall silent on my lips
It's not like you'd be able to hear them
Because six feet under you lie there
So still as you have been for eight years
Every day that passes I miss you more
Walking away I look back one last time
A small stone weighing down my last goodbye



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