Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.

The sun was high in the sky but clouds in the distance threatened rain. The graveyard was quiet, peaceful. It always was at this time of day. The flowers in his hands were bright yellow, a colour that reminded him of a bright smile, of laughing eyes.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.

He neared the grave and felt the strange flutter in his chest he always did when he approached this spot. Almost as if he expected to see the occupant waiting there for him, a quizzical look on his face, a raised eyebrow. 'Hyung, what are you doing here? It's been a while, huh?'

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

He imagined how they would laugh together, there under the sun. They'd stand by the grave and he'd listen to how he was such a fool to believe him gone, to think he was dead.

When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.

His breath caught in his throat when he caught sight of the headstone and he found himself smiling even though his chest burned. He stopped walking. A hand reached out and took his. He was not alone.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

“Do you think he's happy, wherever he is now?”

“Yes, definitely.”

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

He placed the flowers at the foot of the headstone, letting his fingers trace the letters of Dongwoo's name. He probably wouldn't be able to visit again for a while. The flight was in two hours and he wasn't sure when he'd be back. Too much had happened and he couldn't stay.

He looked up to see Woohyun waiting for him, and smiled. A tender smile. One full of love and understanding. He accepted Woohyun's hand again and laced their fingers together.

“I love you, you know.” He told him, sounding world weary.

“I know Sunggyu hyung. I love you too.” Came the reply.

A/N: The poem is Do Not Stand At My Grave by Mary Elizabeth Frye