John

My head in my hands, Your name on my lips And the icy winter wind Freezes my tears Crystalline spheres of grief Shatter like frosted diamonds Upon the stone which bears your name I speak to you: I miss you I love you I beg for your forgiveness I offer a prayer A whimper A sob A scream I wipe my eyes Again and again I stand. Slowly, achingly I Turn my back against the pain I make my way Through the freshly fallen snow Away from this lonely place, yet Never far from you © 2007 Raymond J Wright