I lay in the field, struggling to keep my eyes open.
I watch the flowers load themselves up onto the truck,
and wave a small goodbye as they travel away.
They're gone now, it's just me and the sun.
But the sun, it starts to get bored of my silence.
It leaves me, alone in this cold, grassy field.
Now without the sun, the grass started to harden,
It crumples under my sore, empty chest.
A ghost visited me one night.
She brushed her hand across my face.
It's been a long time since anyone has visited me.
She lifted me up from the ground, and closed my eyes for me.