Here it is below for those of you who follow my blog-plus the photo which inspired it too.
We wander, hand in hand, threading our way through the long grass. Watched by dead eyes.
Among the mossy tombstones, shadows flit like ravens. You tug at my hand, eager to be free.
A bedraggled child appears, beckoning, enticing you.
It is time to let you go. My soul mate.