I\'m living without you wisening my emptied mind,
lost in my own thoughts a point I still can\'t find.
Next to nobody I sit and converse with the breeze,
listen to the stories told by the grass and trees.
Watch the critters and creatures that come to my site,
I talk to the one living on the moon each night.
Silently beneath this mound,
that\'s where your found.
Grave stoned in my view,
but I still love you.