Grave

As I sleep
My images fade
I see a headstone
Where a soul was laid

My fingers trace
The rough cold stone
Making sure
That I am alone

My eyes fall to the inscription
On the grave
Seeing who was not lucky enough
To be saved

As I read the name
I shook my head
Convincing myself
That they weren’t dead

I asked myself “how?”
It was just a written line
For the name the grave read
Was mine