Lost Signals [Ongoing]

echoes of the heart | ii

"I'm doing this for you, Danny,"

she whispered one cold afternoon,

her breath mingling with the frigid air.

"I want to make you proud."

The soft crunch of snow beneath her feet

echoed the stillness enveloping the cemetery,

and in the calm,

she felt an unexplainable warmth:

perhaps a signal,

perhaps a confirmation that he was still

--with her.