Written for the open-on-Sunday drabble community. Theme- 'Lullaby'.
Sleep my love.
He didn’t know why he came each night. Knew she wasn’t really there beneath the blanket of sod and earth. And yet here he was, just as he’d been every night since they’d laid her here, just as he undoubtedly would be every night hereafter.
His fingers lightly trailed the cold stone to its base; such a little thing, a nothing, really, to mark the life of one so vibrant. He stretched out on the damp pre-dawn ground, hand gently caressing the soft grass above her resting place. His deep rich voice hushed as he sang her gently to sleep.