But softly the wind whispers your name,
amoung the branches now barren of leaves.
Just as my life is now barren of you.
The snow lays upon the ground,
just as it did the day I found,
you had gone beyond the veil,
leaving me with only a trail
of tears,
questions,
without answers.
There is no grave
on which to lay flowers.
No granite stone
carved,
Only my heart
which still holds you.
Softly I whisper into the wind,
I love you more.
I miss you, Joshu ~~~
