It began with a hug.
It ended in silence.
His steps are slow,
heavy but silent.
He drags them,
across the grey cement.
He holds a bundle of lilies,
her favorite,
severed from life,
the green seeping from their leaves.
The rest is grey,
from the protruding tombstones,
to the leafless oaks,
and the heavy clouds.
He stops, falls to his knees,
puts the lilies down,
right below her etched name.
Silence takes him.
He remembers her smile,
always higher on the left,
mischievous,
even when innocent.
He shuts his eyes,
hoping to see her.
It's no longer grey,
just empty black.
He stands up.
To return tomorrow.
-Zero
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