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This fragile man remains to all a mystery

He's dressed in black and spends his time with the deceased

Funerals, unoccupied he will attend

Mesmerized, with questions left inside his head

Inside his head, he speculates their lives

Attempts to bond

and form a correlation with the gone

Believes inside that he provides tranquility

for those who died

He feels he helps them rest in peace

Obituary; Looks for those with least to read

Retains the page; Craving answers anxiously

From wakes to dirt; Cremations furthermore

He keeps the urns; spreading ashes in the sea

Donations made, headstones are engraved

Their burials: done properly he undertakes

Who were they really?

Still unsure exactly what's become of them

What happened to them?

Why has no one come to pray and mourn for them?

Remembering the Unknown

Deep concern for the dead

Curious, enchanted

Stories untold

Further he roamed

Engraving his stone

Dying alone

Further... He roamed

Dying... Alone

This fragile man, still remains a mystery

Still dressed in black; but finally he sleeps

But not alone; An old man by his side

to say goodbye

A man with questions about his life