As I walk through the graveyard

In the cold of the night I mourn you.

I find myself walking into a drift of snow as I hold back this sadness.

As the snow falls lightly unto this stiff ground, I mourn myself.

I say goodbye to that shadow and walk alone through this graveyard.

The numbness crawls up my toes and I start to feel the ice pushing through my veins.

It's only here I can feel you at peace, as I get closer to the twilight just looming over this utter vacancy I hold inside.

In the cold of the night I mourn you.

In the darkness I am emboldened just enough to think of you.

No time can pass when I am in this moment of silence and the dead beneath my feet.

No last breath, no pain or regret.

I walk alone so that I can see you hiding behind those stones.

Tonight I mourn you and tomorrow I will forget until another night comes and I will think of you again.

Reviews

[Samith Pich]

no better setting than a cold, frost bitten graveyard covered by snow to mourn

beautifully written, thanks for sharing

[AKhaus]

Thank you for reading