The thing about cemeteries

... is they are so final. 

Sitting here next to you I see your name next to a mound of soil. 

It might be easy to imagine you are still around; at Taekwondo, working, out with Kayla somewhere, anywhere but here. It could still be just a really bad dream.

But I see your name and this mound of soil. It's real and it's final and so unfair and it hurts so much.