Far to many hours
than I care to remember
were in the sleepless nights
of winters December.
resisting tears but everything was so somber,so bleak
the lump in my throat made it difficult to speak.
The crisp smell of sweet snow
seemed abhorrent to me,
and my vision was blind to the beauty
others could so plainly see,
for the radiant stars and moon of winter skies pale in comparison to the glow in your green eyes.
As I read the words engraved on your stone
it is then my heart realizes that I am alone.
And it begins to beat hard and fast as I lay myself in the snow where it will break at last
