Yesterday I missed you and mourned what I have lost.
Today I mourned for you and all that you have missed.
Somewhere along the journey through memory’s cloudy landscape
may we meet and discover that we mourn
because we miss each other.
Let not our memories be like snowflakes
that when they touch the not yet frozen ground
May the snow swirl above
in an eternal dance
and the two of us embrace
and remember our best selves
and only what was good.
All the rest can fall to the ground
and melt away.
Two years have taken away ten
and I wonder if we can get those back again.
So much lost in two year’s time
a life, a mind…
All that was
now left behind
stored away in a memory box
left in a dark corner gathering dust
And like the rivers that cut canyons,
tears have worn creases into once fresh skin
carving a story of a difficult season
that stole away hope and youth
But as winter turns to spring
we are left to wonder
how much, if anything, can be restored?
Does the tree mourn the loss of her leaves?
As each begins to dry and shrivel, does she ache with the anticipation of what is to come?
Does the tree shed a tear for each leaf that drops from her limbs?
Does the tree weep as she stands naked and cold, towering over the remains
of all that once was,
all that will no longer be,
all that will dissolve to dust?
Does the tree, stripped bare, feel the cold shock of fear, knowing she is no longer who she was?
Does the tree tremble with the thought that, perhaps, this time, she will not survive the winter?
Does the tree mourn the loss of herself?