None nothing nil

I wander like a ghost
Among the dying flowers
In the secret garden
I tend them no more
They don’t matter
I am just meandering
On paths carved before
When life was sweet
With vivid colours
Now I wander like a ghost
Waiting for what may come
A life ending
A new beginning
Who knows what goes beyond the grave
I am nothing
Just a shadow, a reflection
Of you who lies beneath the sod
My love.