Early in the morning chill, sobbing silently while walking around the cemetery. Looking around and down the white casket that had a white flower on.
Throwing some earth on it as if we were saying goodbye once again. Sobbing uncontrollably. The tears are falling down on the ground, hitting it like a single droplet.
The cemetery was never this silent before, not even a bird was heard, no one spoke, no one said anything.
It was silent, it was too silent.
It was never this peaceful before, the sun is shining brightly.
The sun was bright in the cemetery while you are no longer in this world.
Death.
It happens.
That is what they all say.