Pin drop silence broken by hasty footsteps, and the pained creaking of the wooden gate.

The young girl, with a cloak, walked in faster than the wind, smiled, and said "sorry, I'm late."

The harshly cold night did nothing to deter the warmth in her smile as she stood there all alone.

She reached and pulled out a white linen cloth from her bag, and spread it across the stone.

She removed a grey candle and placed it on the stone, under the skies tainted a similar grey.

When it refused to burn she chuckled to herself, "Well there's no more light in my life anyway."

She pulled out a single crimson red rose, and lay it out across the flawless white sheet.

"Why the stone face?" She laughed and said, "My friend, I've been looking forward to this all week!"

For the next few hours she spoke to the stone, with enthusiasm, laughing and talking as if under a spell.

But after a point her voice began to quiver, silence spreaded as her eyes started to swell.

She waited for the silence to sink into her soul, as her eyes tried to blink out the welled up tears.

She stared at the tombstone in front, wishing she could've done something to increase her living years.

She remembered when this silence was non-existent, when the sound of her laughter filled up the room.

Unlike the candle on her grave did now, she loved how her grey eyes danced to dispel the gloom.

But now she lay buried in the dust and dirt of the graveyard, and nothing could drain out the grey.

Nothing could save her from the sorrows now, and no one could take the unbearable grief away.

"I wish you weren't so cold sometimes" she said, as the wind sends shivers down her spine.

She got up slowly and then quietly kissed her grave, "I'll be back for you in a week's or a month's time."

The footsteps faded into the distance, as the old wooden gate creaked to a still.

Her grave once again receded into peace, surrounded by deathly silence and her soul into a not so eternal bliss.