Breeds Solitude.... Poem by Minnie Gehrig

n we are empty
wandering like zombies,
n the season breeds solitude,
the wind like sirens,
across the eaves of frosted windows..
n we are lost friend..
mourning days of love n joy..
things we held without thinking..
n it is dust now..
ashes against the fireplace..

ghost writers..
recording the past with bony fingers n gaunt cheeks..
empty spaces where love once stood as if
the world itself rested upon kisses
stolen under the moonlight..

n i remember when winter was a friend to me..
cold n solitude a refuge
n now it is a silent graveyard..
my body cold n shivering..
n the whiteness a place to collapse

erasing the smile on the faces
the photo album once knew...