we all stood there infront of your thombstone on a rainy day, as all of us lighted up a candle in this darkest night of the year.

And there we are confronted with the one thing we all can't avoid the unavoidable.
Followed by the grief. As we stood there with pain  and tears that has been shed

And as time has past by other candle went out, and new ones started to flame. And its a rituel that will always be the same.

© dante H