In the midst of July, I watched as you cried, Hidden under soft satin sheets, We shared our goodbyes, Under the pale moonlight, Just too afraid to speak. Down in December, Snow kisses the ground, And I hope you still remember, How we laughed and sang, Enjoying the moment, But right now. Back in mid-February, I watched as you died, Beneath the bright moonlight, And I screamed out, Somehow my love still grows. *warning: may be triggering to some.* Copyright 2014 doncasting *book one in the Tragic series*