The most beautiful things

Silence seems so loud

In your absence.

My world has suddenly grown smaller

I feel like I might disappear in it.

The snow has fallen

Since you went to sleep.

The cold

White snow

No longer holds your footprints.

The rooms of the house,

Vacant,

A reminder of where you are not.

What if the most beautiful things are those moments
that then

Become memories?

I felt joy in living them with you,

How can I feel anything but pain now

As I sit alone

Remembering your soft sigh

The feeling of your warmth,

The love that you gave,

Knowing that I am stuck in my grief,

Trying to breathe.

When even breathing

Is hard to do.

By J. Hamilton