As he looks beyond iced glass,
mesmerized by the snow
Escaping into the past--
A tragedy we can never know.

Trying
           To restore
The life before
           The war;
Where blood
           Wasn’t 
so abundant--
In dreams
           That haunt the day.
Decoding the objective,
           Discovering nothing
that is sound
A language now rejected,
             and definitions bound.

His eyes slip further into the distance.
Cold hands loose grasp of time,
and the secrets it holds inside.
Unafraid to let go
of the life that we know.

Now deaths silence envelops the room,
My words,
        My words lost ,
While you have found serenity.