At her grave (full)

The winds were cold,
the sun on hold,
darkness all around.

Step after step
I made my way
from the gate to her.

My hands were cold,
warm was the rose I held.
Frozen was the ground.

I kneeled down
and said my prayers.
She was so far away.

Not yet realized
that I will never see again
that face of hers.

And the rose
got heavier to hold.
My heart got cold.

I put it down,
my fingers slowly let go
of her.

And as it touched the ground
I slowly understood.
We were apart forever.