• I sit on the cold, hard bench
    With all the memories of the times we have spent
    The icy wind blows through my hair
    As I sit upon this chair

    I wonder why I bother
    As the temperature decreases farther
    And as I am pondering why
    Little white flakes fall from the sky.
    It adds to the blanket upon the ground
    That covers the life of what cannot be found.

    It shines in the sunlight, like crystalline glass
    And I wish i could see the green, luscious grass.
    Finally I hear what I have waited to see,
    I turn to see you smiling at me.

    For you are the reason why I sat in the cold,
    Though I would have waited until I were old.
    One word was said, and i knew it was true
    That this was the time I would last see you.

    Three years have passed, and I am alone
    I stop as I walk by your cold, empty Home.
    A single tear slides down my face,
    Though i do not worry, for you are in a better place.