A single tear fell to the thawing ground as he remembered. The tulip bulbs he planted were beginning to bloom, piercing through a patch of snow, while the trees were in labor as new leaves were born, and beauty took the place of winter's sorrows.
He came there often to sit by her, sometimes talking and other times in silent whispers, professing his love that knows no end. As he looks around this resting place for hundreds of souls, he sees others leaving flowers or mementos of a life passed on, and it somehow soothes his broken heart, knowing he wasn't alone in his grief.
It was lightly snowing as he got up to leave, probably the last time for a while. He ran his hand across her stone, brushing away the snow as a frozen tear fell to the thawing ground as he remembered.
Mike 2025
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