A Walk Among the Gravestones

When walking through a graveyard in among the many stones; I’m told beneath the path I tread, lies rotting flesh and bone. But I refuse to dwell upon what death and time have done: Instead I choose to speak out loud, "To me your still someone". Then I might introduce myself and ask him of his fate. Were the years on earth allotted him, full of love, or seething hate? He comes alive there in my eyes, but only he can tell; If he found his place in Heaven, or he now resides in Hell. At least for these few moments; he can now exist again. Had our paths once crossed in another time; I might have been his friend. But I must let him rest once more, for it's time for me to go: Back to the land of 'here and now', that he left so long ago. This now rescinds those few moments, he became alive for me. Not rot and bone, decayed, alone, but from his grave set free.