Gone Away
The despair of losing loveWinter came in mid-July Bright, hot sun, Yet frost in my heart. You had gone away No words, only emptiness My life suspended People spoke, friends consoled But there was no you. Nature’s Winter came, Never matching the frosts I carried inside. Self-harming, I walked tree-shaded, Paths we had shared, Almost bathing in that pain, No bitterness, only tears And longing. Only snowdrops garland February, Yet from that promise O...