Nothing after life

I came to see you today but when I looked you weren't looking back

The facetious  look you wore so oft had faded away.

In its stead was a weathered marble tablet.

We used to gaze at the stars and ponder.

Instead I now look down to see you.

Here you rest under grass and dirt.

Had I the means you'd have a grand place for your eternal repose.

Alone happiness withers to contempt.

Love then to loathing.

In a world so full of hate I miss your love the most.