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.