I walk
As the wind blows through the fall leaves
I walk
A crunch of leaves with every step I take
I walk
A black finger points towards the sky
I weep
An iron structure to mark the resting place of the one I will never forget
I beg
Looking in the direction of the hand that rests on the marker, pointing, pointing
I collapse
The ground catches me, yet I am forever falling
I read
W. B. Faulkner 1884 his name I will always be on my mind
I sleep
Feeling the small comfort of sleeping so close to the one I love
I dream
Of a darkness, consuming the light around me
I walk
Towards the light, the feeling of joy and happiness suppress me
I walk
Being guided by the light at the end of this endless tunnel
I walk