Ghost

Wind rushes by, playing with soft hair.
An emotionless face stares at the writing on the rock.
Turning away, walking quietly down the path, leaves blowing through the air.
Turning around one last time.
Sighing and shaking their head they turned around one last time,
continued to walk on, pretending not to notice the weeping family that couldn't see them.
For it's hard for a mortal to see a ghost...