Same Day

In the quiet of winter's breath,  I promised to visit your grave,  A vow etched in frost-kissed air.  But memory, fickle as snowflakes,  Drifts and settles, then fades away.  We once believed existence echoed  Through the corridors of remembrance,  That life endured in whispered tales.  Yet you slipped into the night,  A shadow swallowed by […]