My feet wander back
over dried winter grass
to turn my back on
the world, its shadows.
Your shadow beside me.
Tales and banter of past times
fall in still whispers on
my thoughts as I stare to a time
when you sat beside
me.
It was a dark winter then
– that lifetime ago –
and shadows, like today,
streaked the dry grass.
Only the memory of your voice bring
calm and peace.
Today I’ll smile,
today I’ll whisper,
but only where none can hear.
I love you.
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