A puff of mist from her lips as she made her way up the hill—

Once filled with laughter and the suns warmth,

Now stricken with the freeze of departure.

When the headstone came into view, her heart clenched, and her knees buckled.

Harsh was the winter snow against her skin.

“By a crows caw, and you still curse me.”

She whispers in disdain, the tear that slips down her cheek and the weather kisses its path.