I walk through the cemetery

I walk through the cemetery where my dreams and heart have gone, Among the silent gravestones, shadows linger on. A somber pilgrimage, where echoes of love reside, In the hallowed ground where dreams and hopes have died. The air is heavy with the weight of yesteryears, Each step I take, a journey through my fears. The heart, a tombstone, engraved with love's refrain, A melody of sorrow, a relentless, haunting strain. Beneath the mourning willow, where dreams now rest, I seek solace in the silence, my grief, a silent guest. Photographs in hand, memories carved in stone, I wander through the graveyard, forever alone. Tears fall like raindrops on the cold, hard ground, Lost in the graveyard where silence is profound. Whispers of what could have been, a ghostly song, In this cemetery of the heart, where I've belonged. The wind howls through the tombstones, a mournful cry, As I revisit the graveyard, where love chose to die. Yet, amid the shadows, a glimmer of grace, A love eternal, transcending time and space. I walk through the cemetery, where my dreams now sleep, In the quiet of the graveyard, my heart begins to weep. Yet, through the pain and darkness, a flicker of dawn, In this sacred ground where my dreams and heart have gone.