It Snowed Today

It snowed today. I made our hot chocolate just like I always do whenever it snows—rich with chocolate and topped with swirls of whipped cream. I made a cup for you and a cup for me.
I carried them to the bow window, where we always sat, watching the world soften under winter’s hush. The snowflakes danced, drifting and twirling in the wind, just as they always did. Just as we always did—together.
I wrapped my hands around the warmth of my cup, breathing in the familiar scent. Yours sat beside me, untouched, the whipped cream melting into the dark swirl beneath it.
A cup for you and a cup for me.
But you are not there.
And yet, in the hush of falling snow, in the warmth of the cup beside me, in the quiet ache that 
fills the space you left behind—somehow, you are.
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Kulkarni Avatar
April 24, 2025 at 10:10 AM
Margaret, your heartfelt description of such a profound loss was deeply moving. Sending you my warmest prayers—take care, dear. -Smita
Franceschini Avatar
March 11, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Oh Lin. Thank you so much for your understanding critique. As I wrote the page was filled with tear stains.
Lane Avatar
March 11, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Margaret, the depth of your loss was felt through your words as warmly as if I was holding a cup of your hot chocolate. Tenderly, sorrowfully and skillfully written.
Franceschini Avatar
March 11, 2025 at 6:13 PM
Thank you Michael for the understanding of my poem.
Tor Avatar
March 11, 2025 at 4:40 PM
WOW, Dear Margaret this really touched me deep. Loved it and I am so sorry for your loss. Your words touched my heart...This is a favorite for me...
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