The Graveyard

I,
am walking,
through a,
graveyard

Its sad,
depressing,
lonely,
and hurtful

It brings,
sweet memories,
of laughter,
tears,
joy,
and happiness

And when I leave,
the graveyard,
I'm left,
with memories,
as fresh,
as the dew,
in the morn,
of those,
I love

Of those,
whose soul,
never leaves,
is always there

And I vow,
to return,
to those,
memories

To return,
to the grraveyard