Echoes of gas stations,
sunken eyes and unkempt hair
swarm my mind
as I drive down a desolate road
in the dead of winter.
My coffee, hot as all hell,
stains my shirt and burns my throat.
I was homesick
for an imaginary place.
I had been searching for my home
but nothing stuck,
nothing but loneliness, empty roads
and the taste of burnt coffee grounds-
maybe that’s my home now.
At least they can’t break my heart.
It’s warm now for the first time
in a long time.
I wasn’t sure winter would ever end,
but it did now.
Now it’s warm nights and sunny mornings,
as the trees bloom all around me.
I’ve never known joy,
at least not like I know it now,
but I know it now.
It’s light out until 7 now.
The temperature’s rising consistently.
I can feel spring coming,
and I couldn’t be happier.
It’s been a long winter,
but one of my more memorable ones.
I was productive this winter,
I was proactive when the sadness started to creep back in.
I didn’t let it win.
Though March is a long month,
I’ve been trying not to let it bother me.
I’m antsy for the warm weather,
for the sun to shine warmly down on me.
As I sit outside in the morning,
drinking coffee as my dog wanders around the yard,
I can’t help but smile at the simple beauty in it.
Spring is finally here,
summer around the corner.
I smell the blooming flowers
as a gentle breeze passes through.
I yearn for the feeling,
March does that to you.
It’s almost done,
we’re in the homestretch.