I sit here in the cemetery, looking at the colorful array of plastic roses that now decorate your new resting place.
It shouldn't be.
We both know that I know that you shouldn't be resting here.
you should be at home with us.
We both know that you aren't meant to be here.
I sit here and have a conversation with you waiting for you to say something back.
You told me 'no tears' but I can't help but cry a river when it comes to you.
You shouldn't be here.
This isn't your home.
But I do know where your new one is, I know that you are rejoicing in heaven watching over me, but that doesn't take the pain away.
That doesn't make me miss you any less.
So here I sit.
Getting you caught up on all the gossip,
I miss you.
I shouldn't be you
You shouldn't be here.
But here I sit.
I'm waiting for your ghost, but I know that the only time I will walk with you once again will be when we enter those pearly gates.
Until then I will say hello to every cardinal I see
Until then I will think of you when I see purple.
Until then I will talk to you.
Waiting for your response.
