winter seems to always be a cruel season to lose someone who touched your heart, we always seem to lose the people we love most in winter time.
Sometimes you meet people for a reason,
Sometimes it lasts but a season.
Like the twinkling of an eye,
Like the moons brightest sky.
Missing someone close to you,
A heart beat twinned and true.
There is no shame in shedding a tear,
Ever present they're in your heart here.
© Grant Dickson 16/03/2016