Valentine, year 3bySilverwolf ©![]() Valentine year3 There is no wind today. No movement of the cold, bare branches hanging above your stone. I pause, staring at the silent words graven on gray marble. “Tippy. Beloved mate and companion.” A forced rose bloom dangles from my hand. I place it gently beside the Greek symbol between our names. A few months from now, the stark stems before the slab will bring forth better blooms. They will flourish, as they have each year before, but the single stem today speaks more of love. Shadow walks gracefully to my side, laying her little head on the dark timbers surrounding your garden. I love her, I tell you, as I love you. I do not understand how, but she has found a place in a heart I thought closed. I stand in the cold, shivering and trying to explain. I feel her move by my feet, her paw lightly touches my leg. Looking down, I see your eyes stare back. I hear a message in them, comforting as you always were. No explanations, no guilt. You understand, as does she. Perhaps someday standing here so will I. She turns, trotting slowly toward our house. A last look to your stone for the day; a shaky kiss blown to your memory. I follow the path she leads, knowing only that this path will again lead to you. sw "Site content and stories Copyright secured 1998-2003 Silverwolf & Silverwolf Industries" "E-mail the Author at silverw122@netscape.net" |