In the night I hither and thither
In hopes of growing fonder
Of the darkness that I do wander
With desires to grow accustomed
To the situation of “My Grief”
These city’s street lights love
To play tricks with my shadow
It waxes and then grows narrow
With the additional company
Of those watching “My Grief”
The snow banks ever upward
Threatening to upon me spiral
I downward struggle in denial
In a blunder to reunite
Postmortem with “My Grief”
The stone tablets project themselves
Through a temporary layer
Another burden they must bear
Although they remain quiet
Respectfully silent for “My Grief”
I find the sepulchre to which
I am most unwillingly familiar
Finally I sit down near her
Once again love is reunited
Passionately freezing “My Grief”
