1663 days

With his last dollar

He bought a rose

And laid it upon 

Her grave.

Her grave,

Tinted a color of green 

By time and moss.

She had once been full of life

But now she laid

A long way underground.

But he loved her anyhow,

Even now,

When she laid,

Six feet underground.

The rose,

A pale ivory color,

Was her favorite bloom

It always chased away her gloom.

Oh How he missed her.

The way the sunlight danced across her ebony hair,

The way her eyes shone with love,

The way she was,

He had loved her entire being. 

But now she laid

Cold,

Where the sun would never shine.

Oh how she must miss the warmth,

The old man thought.

How he wished he could lay there beside her,

In that cold dark grave.

The old man sighed

And walked unsteadily away from the grave. 

Another day apart,

Just another day added to that 1663 days.