Dead. Gone. Emptiness. Nothing, absolutely nothing. Every muscle, every fiber, numb. I stand by the grave, looking into the bottomless pit. Black, on me and everyone. When can I go home, so I can cry? She wouldn't have wanted this. She was so full of laughter, happiness, light. She would want me to be happy, to smile and say "She's with God now". But I can't. There's a huge hole inside. I can't smile or laugh. "Good Bye" I whisper, as my hand reachs out and drops a yellow rose, her favorite, in her grave. I miss her so much.

-I loved the one about the rusted old wagon! All of the ones on this thread have been so great, I thought I just had to try one! I've counted twice, so hopefully there's a hundred.