The warmth of your laugh carried me through February
Silence now, replaced by empty eyes and deep wary
Fearfulness is intentionally absent from our words
Days spent at the window watching for signs of birds
Icicles dripping, glistening just inches from your bedside
From the bag a liquid tries to reverse a future denied
Colorful autumn days quickly turned lifeless and gray
On the table sits a dry and crumbling fall bouquet
Last night I had a dream, pried from our early years
Boundlessly hopeful, sunny with only happy tears
Still much to do, memories unborn and unfulfilled
Winter days gaining length but still bone chilled
Life slowly drains but your will remains resistant
Sooner than spring your smile will turn distant
As your words become few I still hear your thoughts
Experience grants me the power to connect the dots
The inevitable stares at me, for once I’m unsteady
When the future arrives too soon, none of us are ready
