A Gravestone Weeps For A Rare Visitor. Poem by Dan Reynolds

A gravestone weeps for a rare visitor.

Beneath this sodden earth he sensed decay
Subsidence of the soil gives him the clue
The six foot dip, the grass has given way
The box collapses in on what was you.

They made him wait, before they set the stone
Allowing time for settlement and such
Anonymous, you lay there, all alone
So close and yet impossible to touch

He feels you in the garden more than here
and hears you weeding, pruning. Planting too
Your anniversary rose blooms every year
He tends to it, the way you used to do.

He felt you here at first, but now you've gone
This cryptic cold inscription comforts none.