The grave is supposed to be in here…

But where?

Maybe there?

Feeling around for the edges…

Marking out the shape…

Clearing away the debris…

Trimming the grass…

Sweeping off the surface…

Brushing out the engraving…

Claiming a place in the row…

Gone but not forgotten.

Sometimes…if you are still for just a moment…you can hear it in the breeze.

Thank you.