Rachelle Dixon

Fork in the Snow

Every night since she had left my life, I found myself on the coldest of night’s wandering to the first place we met. Feeling the snow beneath my feet melt and crunch with each step. I’d all but forgotten how long it had been since I last saw her face. Finding myself here was the closest I could come to reaching her again. As if there was a part of her imprinted in the snow, that would fade with the coming of spring. Our memories wrapped around my mind, like a snowstorm, it was winter that made my heart ache even more. Breathing in I sighed, taking in the silence that surrounded me, if you listened you could faintly hear the jingle of the bells on her dress dance in the wind.