Lonely Grave

He leans over the grave and kisses the frosty ground The last tears roll off his cheeks He looks East then West He is the only one there to say goodbye Surely this life mattered to someone But its just Date of birth, date of death On a faded grey flat stone embedded amongst the weeds Almost unnoticeable as i guess this life was before him. He wanted to scream. " is there no one who loved you," But there was no one to hear. He said a last prayer for this unwanted soul And in mid-prayer he felt himself floating upward Into the clouds, into the light And his last glimpse downward the revelation became finally clear It was his name on the headstone As heaven drew near.