he stands at the foot of her coffin.
unable to cry anymore, he dabs at his eyes.
looks at her for the last time.
closes the coffin and watches as it's dropped into the empty, deep grave.
the wind is blowing.
the three musicians play the music she once enjoyed during their wedding.
that was her last request.
he stands at the foot of her grave and looks into the once hollow space in the ground.
a final tears rolls down.
he watches as the last bit of cement completely covers the box where her body lies.
he can hear nothing but the wind blowing through the trees in the cemetary.
he can hear the beat of his heart.
just like the beat that played along with the music they once enjoyed with joy as their lives were united.
until death made them part.
he stands at the foot of her grave and says goodbye. this was how happy they lived.
5:19 p.m. - 2003-07-25
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