I stand alone lost in the silence,

waiting for the snow to stop falling.

Wishing that it was summer again,

like the days when you were still here.

The gates close and lock

but still I stand and wait.

Lost on time.

Waiting to hear the sound of your guitar.

A story comes spoken from the radio.

Out of the static voices come through,

“Teen Killed by Drunk Driver.”,

or maybe it's only a dream.

The memories come into focus

becoming even more vivid,

and then I realize I need to accept the truth.

I pull myself out of my daydream.

I wish it weren't true but it's no longer the same.

Though spring is coming, he won't be coming back.

Again, I push back the tears,

wipe the snow away from your name, turn to the empty cemetery,

and try to be okay. ♥