Glancing back,
Anxious to catch a final glimpse
The frost glittering thick
On the pavement
The walk 'home' is haunted now
The patch of lavender
So brightly scented in summer
Withered to grey skeletons
You let me hold your hand again
Raven wings of shining hair
Still soft to my fingers
I can still ward off your tears
But words hang like spectres
Between us
It makes me ache.