Fields of flowers, radiating beauty.
Echoes in the distance; your voice.
One grave upon this hillside,
enveloped by mother nature, all you loved.
The air seeps into my nostrils; I smell you.
Winds follow you as you pass me,
waving flowers and pushing neglected petals.
Whispers of your voice haunt me as I sit.
Your presence still lingers in the sweet air.
Loneliness melts away as you chill me,
expressing your emotions from beyond the grave.
Such a sweet place to be.
You never left me, that much I know.
But to hear you in the light, feel you in day,
casts away all shadows from my heart,
exiling the darkness from my sanity.
Thank you for staying, Lucrecia,
after all I've put you through.