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
Raymond J Wright
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