Where is my skin?

The sun shines in the places that haunt me
Not the cave of darkness  and despair
His empty chair ,his love,my memory

What  I was and who  I soon shall  be
How my little time on earth will  fare
The sun peers into places that haunt me

The beauty of the dark red maple tree
He wished to have his ashes buried there
Oh, empty chair  the kindest memory

Regardless , joyous , flowers   will love the bee
I watch them  start their silent love affair
The sun shines in the places that haunt me

I weep into my   android phone, it beeps
Feeling shocked, I gasp ,I need more air
Oh,   startling phone ,  who fillled your memory

Oh, chance and fate,why  blast my heart so bare?
Where is my skin, my boundary, my despair
The sun shines in the places that haunt me
His empty chair, the anguish,  the repair.