Waiting - but only in memory. (Form: Free Verse) |
| Anniversary Winter exhales softly. 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. Spring will not return. Notes: An entry for "Invalid Item" Prompt: "Memory of You" Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise Ken |