On the day,
When I was lowered in my grave beneath all that soil and some hay. 

I could still hear my love crying at a bay.

Everyday she would come to visit my grave ,
sit on a chair and talk to me like I was there.
For hours she used to speak and cry when she would leave.

It was painful for me to see her cry everyday but I couldn't stop her from coming all that way.

Days passed and months soon followed and on one fine day she was gone and I was hollow.
All those empty years I spent relieving the moments of us ,
those late night talks ,those future plans, those fights , those promises , those cries
I just longed for those moments even more every day.

Till, one fine morning she appeared but with her new love by her side and a little girl in her arms.
A part of me died all over again when I saw her with someone else.
But I was happy to see that she had learned to smile all over again.
So many years had gone by, yet she looked the same and what could I say about her gaze ,
if I had a beating heart she could still make it race.

Those old days were back I could say, she would visit my grave in the afternoon and talk for few hours in a day.
She would tell me about her life, her sorrows , her struggles and her silly blunders and all I could do was just wonder.

As I saw her grow wise and old, I longed to be with her even more.
Her entire life had gone by now.

How foolish was I, to think she would have gone far away from me by now .

She could barely walk as she had turned white and grey and yet she visited my grave everyday , Though her voice cracked now, her cheerful smile remained the same.
The death eventually did catch up to her and she was no more.

She was lowered into her grave right next to mine and in death we were together free from this worldly bind.
And I just remembered that forgotten day,
when I was lowered into my grave beneath all that soil and some hay and I could still hear my love crying at a bay.

sk~