Empty Shadows # 26

“Rules for happiness: something to do, someone to love, something to hope for.” ― Immanuel Kant

Number Twenty-Six

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I read the letters

                To the wind

                With the snows

                Behind the sun

                On a dull day

                                Of nothing

They spoke of you

                With my weak voice

                Broken pen leaking ink

                The tears of black

                From this Poet’s gasp

                                Fall to the grave

They told me

                I still miss you

                But you don’t see

                I don’t show

                With the snows gathering

                                I don’t want too

The wind takes the ashes

                Of the letters never sent

                Lost to you from here to there

                You faded from my heart like

                The stars from the light

                                So, I shut the tomb

I read the letters

                Under a Dead Winter tree

                With the songs of Spring hugging me

                My joy saved for another

                My words to the flowers  

                                And not to you.