I walk today in the setting sun.
Late fall leaves race ahead of me.
Trees sway and dance for fun.
Laughing at me when I want to run.
The headstone stares out.
Stark against the sun.
The shadows play around me.
Crawling toward the stones.
Reaching out to grab me.
But where will I run?
Life has ended with forgotten time.
Tears long forgotten with forgotten lives.
They all sleep under the sun.