Snow reminds me of
one of the best
adventures of
my life,
and one of the
worst.

You and I
trudged through the thick
snow that led to the
wasteland.
The view took my breath away.
My mother dropped the
bomb the next
day.

He’s dead.

And I didn’t know what
to do.

Two long years
have passed since then
and I cannot shake
the image of you
dead and decaying
in your casket.