'my Tears'

As always I push open the creaking iron gate, and follow the winding road that leads me to you; the wind takes my hair and is pushing me forward, pure white snowflakes are falling. The air is cool as it whispers in the ancient trees, flowers are decaying on the tombstones I pass; I can hear my own breathing in this silent dead place, and then I am standing at your stone. I did not bring you flowers on this cold winter day, my forever, ever love is all that I hold in my heart; not a single day, my darling, do I not think of your face, all I can do is leave you my tears. ___________________________________ September 14, 2014 (Edit, October 1, 2018) Poetry/Verse/'My Tears' Copyright Protected, ID 14- 1066-248-0-(18) All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.