SHADOW OF GRIEF

Well, it's a nice mid-Winter day outside

and you, you are dead,

not sitting at the garage on your chair

enjoying the Sun, with

the dog laying near you

in love with the snow.

You should be there, sunbeams

in your eyes, glittering

snow seeded with diamonds

forcing you to look away,

at the shadow you make

on the snow-covered ground

with your chair, silhouette

extending to our

memories, our lives,

that long silhouette

growing to a shadow

full of sorrow.

In that shadow

we will fade

and perish.

17.02.2019