Anniversary

The clouds gently pull
night’s shade down,
leaving only ebony snowflakes
as a remembrance
of the light.

I stand waiting…
waiting for the touch
of memories that softly
stir within…
like a flake of snow,
more seen than felt.

I remember that each
snowflake is unique and
wonder why my memories
are always the same.

I wait…
on the very spot you
returned to me.
Washed up, a grotesque
reminder of what you were,
a victim not a person any longer.

Perhaps I come here each year
to remind myself you are gone.
Like the black snow around me,
your memory touches but
quickly melts… leaving no
taste, no warmth, no trace…

…only a hint of liquid sadness
which slowly trails down my
cheek…

… and freezes as it reaches
my heart.

Notes
Prompt: Ebony Snowflake
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Ken