WALKING IN THE COLD

:We saw grey clouds
covering the moon,
on that last, long walk.

Untying memories we shared.
We disassembled the things
that brought us together
with severe words.

Fitting, the Sun would
not witness the end, which
gave light to our beginning.

We are all the sinner,
forever searching, we,
no longer to breathe
the same air.

Though, we knew a change,
the moment we touched
hands and felt how cold.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I was born and raised on the east coast...reading this makes me wish I were there, right now.

Nice to meet you, Rene! ...stay warm!

[Sagar Waingankar]

Yes well said ... last part is so true, I'm experiencing it :-)