Winter Tears

Every year I come to the cemetery Our journals of love, I do carry Three years have passed since my lover’s death With his own, he took my breath. Shadows around me move on their own, I see a face made of sacred stone. My darling angel, where are you now? To live this life, I do not know how. Staring at me is the jilted moon, Who never had him over which to swoon. Six centuries shared has turned into six-feet, The wholeness once left has become incomplete I hang my head to weep at our separation, To fully experience what is now desperation. As I hang my head, I do not know why, But I feel eyes staring at me as I cry. When will the season of winter pass from my heart? And I know, it is when we are no longer apart