I saw you in the cemetery.
Walking upon the frost-bitten fauna,
your auburn hair burns against a sheet of white.
The ground is soft and hard beneath our souls,
frozen petals shattered like bones.
Colored glass startles the stone walls,
as the snow bleeds into your pale skin.
There a moment and gone,
changed before my gaze.
My breath meets you before the words.
I saw you in the cemetery where we walking in a flood of distant carols.
We walk towards one another
and miles apart.
Would she cross the ocean to walk upon the bones?
To see her breath linger in a cemetery
beside the one with whom she shall rest.