The cold has come, with it arrived all our unspoken memories
The ground has frozen over, still
The mist hangs over the lake, sullen with the fears of man
The sun has barely risen and the first fire of the day has already been made
These past few days have been endless, sleep is yet to visit
I have found myself doing all things over, tasks are what fill my days
There is nothing left to clean, nothing left to mend
I wonder if there’ll come a time when there’ll be nothing left to write
I think about how the seasons have changed since you have been gone
I am no longer welcomed the same
it is as though they know you are longer here
The bare branches torment me
For I am reminded that I am missing a part of me; you
This land has bared much, for here lies you
The colour has left my cheeks, I am in mourning again
it was only last winter that you left
yet so many years have gone by
Sorrow has taken the place of courage as I am unable to say goodbye
It was only last winter that you left
for how has time moved the same
I look to the sky; I question the heavens
How can it be that I am here and you are there?
as the days grow shorter, my mind seems absent
I dwell in the memory of you
I am thankful there is still a space which holds you
I think on all our stories shared; all our choices made
I love you, until the numbers stop
until the last dews drop
I do
The cold has made its way to our bed
The fire burns no more
I look over to your side
and a warm smile fills my cheeks as I see you lying closely, still