As I step closer and closer to your grave
The memory of this feeling inside, I save
I feel something warm running down my cheek
I feel a lump in my throat and I cannot speak

As my vision is blurred
And I cannot recall any sounds to be heard
When you had died
I believe I cried

It's weird, in the past I haven't shed any tears
At least it felt as though I haven't, for many years
I didn't think that after losing you
This is what I'd feel, or do

As I step and reach your grave
The memory of this feeling inside, I save
And I take the flower, I leave it there on its' own
Then I walked away, the flower left on your headstone