The friend I never knew.

The friend I never knew.

As I walk through the cemetery for my daily exercise, everything is quiet and silent, but the summer breeze blows on my sleeve. I could smell the fresh scent of flowers on the graves as I walked by. I can see the shadows of loved ones as they run and hide. One stone I see has a skull and crossbones. I guess I'm walking through their home. But in my mind, I'm never alone, and then a child came up to me. He told me a story that was never spoken, He told me he was playing in the road when a car came by and took his soul and he never received a token it made me sad, and my teardrops hit the moss on his broken headstone, then he disappeared. Then my mind was cleared, and the church chimes rang out three times. Now he walks with me by my side; he has nothing else to hide as long as he's by my side. I'm glad he's mine.