Standing outside, watching the clouds pass by.
Remembering how much you’d like to gaze at them.
The cold, wintery air nips at me skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.
You loved the cold.
It hasn’t snowed since you passed away.
But as I look up, I see a single solitary flake drifts lazily through the sky.
It falls gently onto my cheek and tears fill my eyes.
I know, somehow, that it’s you letting me know that you are still here.
I miss you.
-Kim V. Poetry