Coal black flowers with burnt black stems,
Cover the ground where I made my amends.
The snow kisses my cheeks, in the December air.
My hair covered in white, but I somehow don’t care.
You told me that leaving was just a goodbye-
Someday you’d come back- a raindrop from the sky.
But death is not simple: reincarnation’s not kind.
You’ll stain my each movement and lay deep in my mind.
Without comfort or coping I’m left in the night.
Searching and crying, by your lonely grave site.
