Everyone I love is in lot 183.
I pass the trees and the brooks along the winding road in the old section of the cemetery but the road begins to stretch out, straight and long toward my family plot and I reach the new section that is just rows of mortar.
I was buried here first. I used to visit my singular grave stone but now more have joined. Only they do not see what I do.
I can't see them or speak to them.
This plot of my family....marked by a single tree and marker 183