six feet field with memories

      
       
       
       
    ashes to ashes; dust to dust;      
six feet lower; who's left standing at what was; what was you, though now perished....      
       
       
holding to a clean image; bowed heads lift, though out of touch;      
carried on half heartedness;      
in attempt to live with love, though the sky is infinite; love is more like brief moments....