Winter Morning

A Story-Poem

The snow is cold
to the touch like your skin
the morning after your spirit
left your body and found
its way home. Sometimes
we are lost in the alleyways
of our lives and do not
know what path to take
that might open the door
and shed light on our dream.
I loved the warmth
of your soul as it lay
next to me and comforted
me in the darkness before
the coming day. We must
forgive each other and find
hope in the…