The reunion

It passed a long time since the last time we had reunited. That day we were all full of enthusiasm, our words mixed: we all wanted to tell how we had been. But this time, only I speak, I'm the only one who starts and ends a sentence, without interruption.
The last time, we were very happy to see each other, but this time was different. I had avoided any contact with them, because I knew this reunion was going to full me with sadness.

I led flowers for all of them. So, one by one, tomb by tomb I left a rose.