I walk down the rows of headstones
Standing erect new and old
My fingers graze over their faded letters
Reading the stories that they told

One tells of a little girl
Not more than age ten
She used to be full of laughter and love
But now she's just dead

I gaze sadly at the marble marker
Then continue on my way
Trying to catch a glimpse of you
In the bright light of day

I almost expect you
To jump out from behind
To pull me close and stroke my hair
Never once whispering your goodbyes

My tears fall
Staining the yellowed grass
Each crystal drop
Shatters like glass

My body may still be alive
My heart may still beat
But I'm no more than a ghost
Haunting the graveyard while you sleep