I took a hold of myself as I stare at that one little angel statue on the ground. A little withered yellow flower crown lay across the the neck of the stone cross, along with it were the melted yellow candles that filled the spaces between our carved names. 

It has been two months since you've left me. Two months full of sorrow and loneliness and regrets... 
two months that full of mind boggling questions.... 
if it was me... will you be happy living?
Will you mourn me if I happen to be on the very same ground as you?
Will you.... know me?

Through the cold wind that brushes along my exposed face, I felt the tears that seems to endlessly flowing out of me these past 60 days.
I swear... I did try.... no I did made it stop... but the mere fact that I have no real memory of you beside me also let me remember your absence.... 
Your memory is what pains me now...
should I stop remembering???
should I stop???
How??
will you tell me?

I kneel in front of you asking for forgiveness...
though I know it's too late.... 
could you forgive me?
I did what I thought was right...
I fought for you....
for your rights...
for the love that you deserve

but life was cruel wasn't it?
You weren't given a chance...
what can I do??
can you tell me?

I brought up my hand and trace the curves on your name...
it would have been nice to see you walking and running around.
I dusted the snow that seems to be piling up on the cross above you.
If they melted... would you be happy feeling it around you?

I look around seeing the used to be green fields now white and fully covered...
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