Months have passed since we saw you last, but
gentle memories linger, warm
like the breath of a familiar whisper,
guidance through the silent goodbye.
You left us nothing but a letter
unanswered questions innumerable.
They consume my attention
like December’s first snow,
a long-awaited surprise.
It’s been years since I last saw you, and
vivid memories have all but disappeared.
Your absence now a distant sorrow,
a mended bone aching in bitter wind.
A single snowflake entangled in my eyelash
persists, like the need to yet again read
the letter, now the memoir
of someone I used to know.