A faded rose from days gone by
Lay within the pages of her favorite book.
Tear drops stain the weathered paper
Memories of a past long since gone.
She softly whispers “I miss you “.
As her fingers slowly trace
The letters on the marble stone.
A faint smile on her face.
Rising to her feet at last,
She turns as though to leave.
The ritual complete once more,
Her heart and soul deplete.
The book she has, to remember all
The days and nights they had.
“Someday, my love”, she thinks to herself
“I will love you again, then.”
Until that day, I shall forever
Perform this ritual for thee.
May Freya watch over and protect,
And guide us until again we meet.
— Michelle Hoffmann (In Through The Out Door: Poetry Book)