The Last Ride

         I smile as I float down, gliding across the lawn that used to be mine. I laugh to myself as I fly right through the cemetery gate, the one that used to give me so much pain every time before this. But tonight, is different. I stop, and just listen to the howling wind for the last time. I alight on the stone path, walking to the special section for my family. Right next to my mother's tombstone, is a new one. It seems to have been put here recently, the stone is still smooth, and no vines or plants threatening to drag it down to Earth. Yet it looks as old as ever. I turn around and leave it. I fly up to the heavens leaving no trace I ever walked this Earth. The only thing that remains is that tombstone. The one that reads:

Megan Sparsley

2002-2018

"Gone too soon"