A Moment with My Love

I kneel down at the grave and look at her name. After all these

years I still feel the same. I place the flowers against the

stone and sit for a while, quiet and alone. I pour the

coffee and we begin a chat about my life and this and

that. About the fight at the local bar. The problems with

my old rundown car. She hears about the neighbors new

I tell her she would like them too. I pull my

coat up to block the chill. I tell her I miss her still.