Summer's End.

Within this stone,lies a heart buried deep. Silent,still,hollow it beats no more. Where once love blossomed true only to be cut down at summers end. Once she graced this earth with beauty.Forgotten but for he who loved her. Dear John she called him. He waits as the days turn into winter. Waiting for death to call.


I was too late for the last prompt so I used them both to tell my story.