Occasionally through the grapevine of a one-stop light town

His name wisps in the wind

I can hear it faintly drifting like the snow falling on my front steps tonight

Softly
Peacefully

Humming in my ear


His name no longer leaves that burning ache
Deep inside my chest
When it reverborates

And for that, a smile stretches against my pales cheeks

Seven letters; two syllables
A name that now feels foreign to me


For a moment I stop to listen


It's no business of mine
What these snowflakes whisper to me

But I'm grateful to at least hear he is happy
Content in the direction his life is...