It was a cold winter’s night when I said goodbye.

I walked through the cemetery reading the names on head stones. The dates of birth and death would be haunting on any other day, especially the small stones with only a single date etched upon them. My mind was elsewhere. My thoughts were on you. I just wanted to lay with you one last time.

When my eyes fell upon your name, my heart sank further then your grave. I pulled off my glove to trace my frozen fingers over the granite, an eternal remembrance of your life. But the stone didn’t tell your story. It didn’t speak of the sunrise that was your smile. It didn’t capture the glory that was you. The tears froze on my cheeks as snow fell trying to hide all that was left of you.

Dead flowers rose from the crystal flakes. Nobody came to visit you anymore. You weren’t mentioned at family gatherings anymore. I couldn’t go one more year being the only one at Christmas dinner to silently whisper your name.

I laid down in the snow feeling your ghost surround me. The chilled night disappeared. There was only you and me.

The shivers stopped when I thought of your lips upon my neck and I drifted to sleep.  I didn’t feel my heart stop beating.  There was no fear, no regret, because at last I was with you again.

It was a cold winter’s night when I said goodbye

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