Deep within the breaches of a parallel void
I see the only place I can be close to him
The midnight sky envelopes the sacred remnants of this place
That I title with his name

This is his place
But I can’t share it with him anymore
The night, so silent
I can hear my heart as it breaks within my chest

I open my eyes as I pull into myself and tremble
The air is frigid now
And the snowflakes falling sting my skin

Tree branches sway and clatter together
In the December wind
And I notice the leaves have long blown away

Icicles reach from above my head
In the branches of the shivering trees
Down to the ivory-covered grass beneath my feet
I look out into the grounds
And I search among the stones

Questions gather like rain clouds in my mind
Where is he?
Then, when I am hanging by a last thread of hope
I see that familiar name that I’ve always loved

I feel my heart skip a beat
And blood rushes to my fingertips to make them warm again
I kneel down at this slate-gray stone, newly placed
That bears his name

Tears stream my face
As I place the white roses on the pallid ground
I drop my head in my hands
And try once again to find just a hint of peace
Knowing he is only six feet away