The Solitary Glove

On the great expanse of a frozen sea,
lay a solitary glove, for all to see.

Left behind by a soul, with a mind depressed,
four fingers, a thumb, on the snow impressed.

The ice, the wind, what misery, what plight,
motionless...in a fading, blue light.

Once, the sun was out and the grass was green,
and he had felt the touch, of his darling queen!

All that was past...she was gone...she was lost,
leaving behind the pain and frost.

He had pined for those hands, he had longed for her love,
screamed the deafening silence of the solitary glove!

...Nadeem.