The course breezes

Of winter cross my face

I’m sent back to the last of our summers

The warmth, the friendship, and the love

The pain is no longer there and you are no longer here

As I lean in to kiss you the cold hits again

Everything so sharp and swift

Everything such a reminder

As the brown and gold casket is being lowered in front of me now

Touch me forever, but touch me no longer

I promise this time I will let you go

Love,

Lady