There I stood
Surrounded by stones of white
Simple, yet so powerful
In the seemingly endless rows
Some so old they are nearly gray,
The newest ones so white they shine.
I find yours, my heart in my throat,
And with shaking hands,
I read the stone.
So stark, simple, but full
Of all you had become.
I sit and I talk to you.
Of old news, and things
I never got a chance to say.
I turn my head,
Through eyes blurred,
I see hundreds of stones,
Thousands, so many,
So young. So new.
Some so old they are nearly gray,
The newest ones so white they shine.
I find yours, my heart in my throat,
And with shaking hands,
I read the stone.
So stark, simple, but full
Of all you had become.
I sit and I talk to you.
Of old news, and things
I never got a chance to say.
I turn my head,
Through eyes blurred,
I see hundreds of stones,
Thousands, so many,
So young. So new.