I Miss You

It comes to me at night

Fragments of memories like

Shattered glass stained red.

When the moonlight reflects off

The surface, it creates a network of fragile

light, barely holding them together.

Yet it is so beautiful and sad,

And so many more things my mind

Cannot conceive.

I miss you, you were my whole life

Everything you were

I was too.

I miss you and I wish you were here

In this frigid winter.

The End

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