3.12.17

I think of you and the memories we’ve shared

But now you’re not here

And I can’t help but feel empty.

Sometimes when I think I’m over it

I suddenly think of you and you’re there

Again, tears spill down my face.

I know that this can’t summon you

That it’s pointless to cry for something

That in this life will never be able to share

A cuddle or a nuzzle of love again.

I just want you to know

If you’re somewhere out there

And maybe, if you’re able to hear me

That even after all this time

I still miss you and will always care.

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Sepulchre of Snow

VirginiaPoe

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”