To winter, for being by my side for a second time, that I'm on my own.
I’m laying beneath layers of blankets that are wrapped in the smell of autumn, we are falling into each other like rain curling into the pavement. My eyes are dazed from walking amongst my dreams, and getting tangled inside my heated thoughts, my avid longing for summer. Winter climbed in through my windows and entered into my bones, erasing every last warm memory I held of you. There’s thunderstorms blooming in my chest as I write on tonight, and raindrops fill the lines of this page, as stars are being crushed beneath my fingertips. Darling autumn is a child inside me, it’s growing inside my veins and with each and every leaf that falls, I fall too. I’m a flower that’s growing in the middle of snow, not to be found until this chilled December ends. I felt you in the summers last rain fall, I felt you in my veins as autumns last leaf fluttered to the earths feet; and I feel you now, deep in my chest, as the snow falls down around me, sleeping along my eyelashes. As I look around me at the emptiness of the air, it seems like a poem that’s stuck behind my throat. So I breathe out deep, into the frozen world, hoping to release you, from my bones. But I find that instead I breathe in, fast and hard,
as if trying to capture you inside of me, all over again.