Rose Stankiewicz

Elegy for My Lost Lover

 

The snow drifts to the ground softly,

building up

and shutting out the world.

 

You settle beneath me,

the region below a haven now.

Here is where I hide:

cracked granite and wilted petals,

the heavy knowledge of your final departure in my heart.

 

I will reach you one day

when the boundary between us

is not ice and earth.