Laughter's echo is muffled by coming snow-filled clouds. The wind dulls and silence falls. Tonight we are the only two alive amongst the winter trees and biting chill. Crystal prisms bend light into sparkling colors with help from Christmas lights and the moon. Boot track graffiti and sled trails will be covered by snow. Our marks on the world that were left behind, proof of the fun we had, are soon to fade like memories. Memories of holidays, birthdays, and lazy Sunday afternoons. Memories of before the news came.
I'm surprised our parents even let us out that evening.
They must have known something we didn’t. And looking back, I'm glad they never told us.
Because on that night, just for a moment, we forgot that you were sick.
That crisp smell winter and laundry being done some where near by, haunts me to this day, of bonfires, lilacs and cough syrup.
Bon fires and cough syrup - now on sale.
