Peak

Looking out the open window
Cigar in hand
Snow covered mountains ahead
Thoughts swirling
Emotions churning
I remember her radiant face
The soft tunes of the piano keys
pierce my heart.
Tears roll down my cheeks.
The face of hope. Gone.
Door bell rings
The car is waiting
I take a few more swigs of my cigar
It must be almost five years now
The steep and arduous trek beckons
Her face hijacking my thoughts
What lies on the other side of this Peak?

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