Granite Love

I found her resting beyond my stone,
crouching in the tall weeds all alone.
I've had no company in such a long time,
there are so many plots I am honored she chose mine.
I do not believe I know her,
after so long I am happy to hear a stranger.
A tear drops from her eye,
onto the ground of which I lye.
Seeping through the dirt to my casket I can almost taste It,
she must need a friend to.
I whisper through six feet of worms.
''I am pleased to meet you''.
One shot sounds from above,
blood stains my granite stone.
This truly must be love,
for now neither of us shall ever feel alone.

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