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
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.