This is my first attempt at writing a sonnet, and it didn’t turn out to be one of my best works because fiction doesn’t seem to be that good a forte anymore. I was trying to go for a picturesque graveyard image while penning the thoughts of a person about to die, but didn’t seem to get that in my writing.
The sonnet is titled so because it took me ten minutes to write this. That also might be the reason why it turned out the way it did.
Will you cry over me when I’m gone?
Come up to my grave and remember
What we were, what we could have been
Paint a picture of days gone past
Perhaps tell me how you are
Maybe I will be able to hear you
If I don’t answer, oh please forgive me
You know how I love you so
And I hope you love me too
Enough to lay lilies on my grave
Maybe shed a tear or two for your friend long gone
And if I can’t be the hand wiping your tears away
I will be the gentle breeze blowing past
Carrying with it the sweet fragrance of the lilies you brought
I will have no regrets
Because even in death, I am happy
I hope you will always know that
Because you won’t cry over me when I’m gone.