Another year

Today is not like any other day. It is the one day of the year that I force myself to visit you.

I sit in my gray buick watching the snow fall. I can hear the stillness of the earth with nothing but the damp flakes resting around me. I breathe in deeply as I force myself out of the car.

My emotions are blank as I wonder what the point of visiting this place is.

People say it's comforting.

All I find is emptiness.

The soft crunch beneath my feet reminds me of the last day that you were here. We went out for hot chocolate. Much like the days before when the snow blanketed the streets. One minute we were laughing, and you were complaining about the chill in the air. The next..

You were gone.

Still, the briskness comforts me. Now I find myself longing for the cold. I long for the snow.

The remembrance of you on your last day.

I wipe the snow away from your resting place. I feel nothing beneath me. You are here but you are not here.

I find myself confused every year that I come.

I look up to the sky.

I look past the snow covered branches into the gray sky. I feel a bit of warmth on my face from the winter sun forcing itself through the clouds. I close my eyes and let the coolness take me. I'm back with you on your last day once more.