I miss the feeling,
that feeling of being at home
The only problem is
there is no
There is only
and what good does it do
when it’s late
and I’m freezing over?
My sheets don’t suffice
when all my dreams
are of your cold, bitter winds.
I still think of you often,
but it’s not the same.
I miss you in the way I miss my childhood,
you’re a nostalgia trip,
but I’m better off now.
The wind blowing through my hair,
life feels effortless, if only for a moment.
I soak in the last warm days of the year,
I know soon they’ll be gone,
and gone with it will be your smile,
I lose two beautiful things in the winter.
So I hold on to this effortless moment,
try to ingrain it in my memory
for those dark days when the sun won’t come.
I can remember the way you smile at me,
and I’m convinced the sun shines for you.