Ah
Once again to my personal place of euphoria
There is an unspoken serenity in the resting place of the dead
A certain honor to be in the presence of those who experience death
The beauty of what once was lost
Yet never forgotten
The older the headstones
The less visitors they get as time goes on but the engravings live on
This is a place of soliloquies
Where people whisper sad sorrows to those who cannot hear
Where people share their triumphs to those who cannot rejoice
Yet they still come
Day after day
Month after month
Year after year
As if time had never passed at all