#nomadicwrites

"I curse the falling leaves and trees that drift off to their slumber. I curse the passage of time that stifles summer warmth with chills of approaching winter. That reminder that life continues since you’ve left me stabs deep, a jagged blade in my wretched heart. My wistful dream of your return hangs heavy on my subconscious, and wrenches me out of any blissful sleep that might befall me. I reach for you in the vague hours of the morning, but my hands grasp nothing except warm rays of sunlight that occupy where you once laid. Alas, nothing can contain a spirit as bright and winsome as yours. Though it hangs heavy on my soul, I shall mourn that which was dear to me. Come spring, I will emerge from my sadness, a new and brighter person. For that, I thank you."