I would often come here, sit next to my friend, 
even if I knew not who laid here.
We would speak and share 
a word of his life and 
how no one could care.
It troubled me and left concerns
of the future oh so near 
and what fate left for me to bear.
I laid in the midst of the cemetery 
beneath the big gloom tree. 
Would stare up just to see, 
why such a spot, and who was he. 
The church bell chimed once again,
as the crowd increased to send their 
loved one home. They cried and they sang.
They shared tales, as they 
reminisced on how it began,
but when the clock struck one, 
the crowd cleared up and they were all gone. 
All but one who walked around 
draped in black, not a smile nor a frown
a blank eyed stare. like he had 
the worries of the world to bear.
He asked me to leave and said I couldn't be here.