Grass so green you'd think it was painted A slight chill fills the air You kneel and pat the ground Pull your coat closer to your chest Place flowers in a jar, sunflowers Standing above you, I observe this That day, do you remember? A body on the bathroom floor Pristine white tiles outlined in red Dark, warm blood As you rushed to cover the open wounds Feeling life slip from your grasp, into the unknown That cold person you held onto so dearly Gone. That day, do you remember? Overcast makes you glance up Our eyes meet but you don't know You get up, touching the marble stone before turning away See you next Sunday, my love. Thank you for the flowers, my favourite.