She Wouldn'T Have Wanted Flowers Poem by Amanda Lukas

Cold, grey stone
amidst nearly a foot of snow,
and me alone with my memories,
though I neither ventured nor stood there alone.

A thousand thoughts run through my head,
but I am not able to catch one.
Nothing to hold onto,
I feel as though I've lost my power.

Strange how I am able
to remain unmoved by such a sight,
but I sit, motionless, emotionless.
Only feeling the cold that her and I both despise.
Only there to tell her I haven't let go.