We’re driving down the road
we wandered with you
simply because we wandered it
with you;
the weather no deterrent.
When the road detoured uphill
we followed, as you had,
past waterfalls, full with winters runoff
walked into forests now winnowed with snow;
we can still discern your footsteps
where you pulled over
where we held hands
where you looked into the horizon
where we talked of the coming year.
We didn’t know then
the window was closing;.
Who could have shut out
the chill of death?
Ariel
December 22, 2010
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