Grief
The day you reached your hand out,
To me, sitting on the road and buried in snow,
Opened my eyes to the feeling of being alive;
And I felt anything but the feeling of cold and pain.
But in your death I was once again alone
Falling deeper into the dark abyss
Unable to move forward with broken legs.
Your words, never to be spoken again
I could no longer remember
And when I was crying at your grave,
I was unable to resist the temptation.
To no longer be alone was worth any price.
Yet the words you spoke betrayed by feelings.
-why why why
Your anguished tone ringing in my ears
And to my shame when I struck your soul
With my hardened steel will
I felt relief as your remembered words sang again
In my ear—keep moving forward.
So I found my legs and walked
Toward the light in the distance,
The cool wind caressing my face,
Carrying a way the taste of grief.