This place feels lonely and cold,
And somehow,
I need to be here.
The only footprints I see are my own;
Visitors have become sparse; even the animals seem to be absent.
The only sound I hear is the sound of snow crunching underneath my thick winter boots.
I walk along the fence, knowing full well that the name I am searching for is on the other side.
Name after name,
and I can't bring myself to you.
Not yet.
The names I pass are never ending,
I keep walking through this dreary cemetery
In my hands I hold the brightest sunflowers,
Roses in a pale orange;
These flowers are the only color I see.
I start to notice flowers peeking up from under the layer of snow
Sad and faded,
They have been buried like my friend.
In the ground.
I gently wipe the snow off of your stone and place the flowers gently to the side.
It's beautiful
Absolutely breathtaking.
