A Gravestone Is Not Your Friend
I am not your friend
So do not seek me.
Seek the wind.
Seek the flowers.
But not me,
As I am just a rock.
Do not tap on my non-existent shoulder
Looking for comforting words,
For all you will feel is the granite.
I am not the name that you remember saying,
That is now engraved upon me.
I am not the dates that you do not like to see,
That has been scribed into me.
I am a rock,
We cannot have a comforting talk like he would do with you.
For I am not able to comfort you as he did.
I am not your friend.
Your friend is the wind that blows around your shoulder in a safe embrace,
Your friend is the flowers that bloom around me that you smile at.
Your friend is the spirit that lovingly surrounds you.
Your friend is not me,
For I am just a rock.