With apologies

Ghostly is the sound of snow 

crushed beneath tires

as I look out upon

the white emptiness of this parking lot

where nary a raven would alight.

Into this molasses cold

silence thick and dark

stirs a single cry:

"There must be more."

I miss her so much.

Obedience

Expiation.

Steadfast

I don't ever want to stop fighting for this world.