Whisper of the wind, feathers lightest trace,
Around the window’s edge an image of your face.
The smile you once had. Against the frosted glass your breath held,
Nevermore my love. We tried. We tried, and we failed.
Just to see you again. Just to hear your heartfelt laughter,
Eyes that smile, heart that beats, our lost happily ever after.
It took you quickly. Neither of us prepared, neither willing to let go,
In the end we could not stop it. It took you. I still love you so.
Such a disease, wasting away, your smile slowly disappeared,
I could see it. I could feel it. A deep, dark unknown fear.
As we held hands that one last time I could feel you drifting away,
I wanted to be selfish, but I could not. I could not ask you to stay.
So, if you are out there on this cold wintry night, the frosted glass awaits,
Oh, my love say hello, press your image against the glass, do not hesitate.
I need your smile, I need your laughter, just once more my heart can beat,
A feathery touch against the wind is all I will ever truly need.
© Cynthia Clark