In the time after my death a flower grew above my grave

The roots reached down and intertwined with my body

Now I am the blue grey flower you see when you pass my final bed

I always look up to see your face turned away from me with light rain streaming down your soft soul

Then one day you never came

and another person was buried beside me

a pale green flower began to grow in the disturbed soil

I began to wilt when I realized that te flower was you 

someone cut from one world and planted in another