Ten feet down, her cries are muted by the dew that lay upon the darkness to surround her.

She reaches out a hand longing to feel the warmth of skin against hers.

Silence fills the void, everyone remembers what once was her.

Simple reality is no longer simple, neither here nor there,                                                      only what is left.

People may miss, people may memorialize, but I will merely lounge lifeless in anguish.

Too soon is more than a matter of time as she will never amount to missed opportunities.

Miscellaneous wonders fill this void as I stare at grey. Nothing more than a depiction of grieve.

Ten feet down, the depths of life replaced with demise.