Could it Be

This... liquid?... flows out from my eyes.
Could it be?... One of God's signs?

This flower I hold begins to wilt,
and buildings fall which I have once built.

I look back at my now abandoned house.
How so?... No sight of my spouse?

My knees on the ground start to sting.
On my left hand with no trace of my ring.

I'm in tears,
flower in hand,
look back at fears,
on knees I stand...

but infront of me is a carved tumbstone,
and then I realize why I am so alone.