Pale, white, and motionless, you are the snow
That sits on the ground in thick pillows
To break my fall
Like you always did
With the strongest arms, you pull me in
The procession line made real
Everything I tried to deny
With closed eyes, you see through me
With cold skin, you burn me
Your body felt weightless
Compared to the heavy hearts
That held you up
If your ghost could scream with us
She would say
Hold those heavy hearts high
For me
But I could feel your skin
Through the thick grey walls
November cold and stiff
I dried a pale, white rose for you
So when I buried you
You wouldn’t bury me, too