It’s a brutal reminder, this bitter wind. It slices through your insulated gift, numbing the pain as the shadow of your stone reaches out to me. Much like the Christmas before, I embrace the onslaught, allowing frozen images of our past to caress what’s left of my dying soul.
The world continues on at a steady pace for some, but you lay motionless and covered while I am left to stumble blindly along. This vessel is dwindling and I can feel my breath becoming shallow. Soon the bell will ring again and the shadow of your stone will meet mine.
The world continues on at a steady pace for some, but you lay motionless and covered while I am left to stumble blindly along. This vessel is dwindling and I can feel my breath becoming shallow. Soon the bell will ring again and the shadow of your stone will meet mine.
