In the quiet whispers of
the fading embers of the early
eve
infrequent tiny flakes of
snow glide thru the air just outside
the window, whispers of winter in
it's remaining days
As the daylight outside began to
fade so did your breath
For the briefest of moments
you opened your eyes trying
to speak what was no doubt
your final goodbye
Like the snowflakes that
came and left on that
day
so to came the tears
to flow leaving many
hearts cresting
with sorrow.
