Epitaph

I wrote this long back, somewhere in 2005/2006 and found it today in an old notebook:

Could it be so true?
This epitaph reads my name!
And those pink flowers that my best friend did bring...
And how come I see the spring no more?
Why my tree-hut sports a withered look?
The door's broken, the ladder's gone...
Have I flown to some future time?
Or is it just my wandering soul...wandering through ages unknown!!!