She left.
And I started dreaming of winter.
Years with her at the foot of my bed.
Hand resting on my shin.
Touch comforting.
My guide.
I close my eyes to sleep, meditate,
She is there. Was there.
Encouraging me, nudging me, growing me.
A soft pat on my leg. Says she’s leaving,
I didn’t need her any longer.
It’s time to transition.
Snow on my path.
Ground, sky, horizon, sound all obscured.
By flakes falling
Like flakes do.
I want to feel lost.
I want to feel cold.
Winter is not supposed to be my friend.
She left.
And winter welcomed me.
Comforted me with deadened senses.
Silenced the noise, hid the colorful distractions.
Allowed me to breathe and feel.
