visiting hours

the ground shakes,

a chill runs through the air.

it looks so empty from the road

so no one stops to stare.

you lay on your bed of daisies,

your eyes forever shut,

the flowers will soon consume you

and all that's left of us.

initials etched into the snow,

were bound to melt away,

but we were supposed to live forever.

I wish you could've stayed.