The last rose

A pile of dirt covered the lady who raised me since i was just a little girl lost in a huge world. As we all said our goodbye's, we all laid a rose down on that old dry dirt that laid above her, and when the cemetery was all empty i laid that last rose down and said "goodbye".

No. I did'nt want to say goodbye, days on ened i still thought it was a dream. "How could this be real, no, it's just a dream, i'll wake up soon. She just went on a trip and she will walk through the door soon"

Seconds turned into minutes.

Minutes turned into hours.

Hours turned into days.

Days turned into months.

Months turned into years.

And

Years turned into forever.