Once Again

By Sarah Z. Gibson

11/21/99

The snow fall is quiet, graceful

It collects on the ground imperceptibly

And it's solitude is overbearing,

Almost mocking me.

The silence forces me to think of you

When you held me in your arms

Ran your fingers through my hair

Kissed me so tenderly,

As if I would break.

But now I stand here alone

In the snow,

and I yearn for you

To hold me once again

For the simple touch of your fingers

For you to kiss me so tenderly

Once again.

The wind howls through the trees

And tears so gently fall down my face

As I look into your eyes

That now only exist in my imagination

And how I wish it could all happen

Once again.

 

 

 

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