“I’d rather spend the rest of my life

without ever seeing you again

than watch them destroy you because of me.”

I helped her up and she said nothing till we were standing in the cold , her body shivering violently near mine . We stood like this eyes trailing on the graves visible in the cemetery , washed down by tears of rain , covered by snow , cold and withered petals . The plants around the tombs were dead and wilted .

Do they wait for spring ?