i knew i'd find you here...
if i came back often enough
you would eventually realize
how much i missed you,
from all the love letters i wrote here,
or with my kissed-whispers against your stone
blown away in the winds,
washing rains rinsed my tears of missing you
down into the ground surrounding your casket-bed,
and my dreams invaded your flesh's memory,
making you remember me too...
can you see me now?