Dreaming of Snowflakes
I fell in love with winter hues—or so I thought.
winter kisses rained down in small tufts,
brushing my nose and cheeks and eyes,
till I was dizzy with the touch of cold,
the meaning of loneliness burrowing deep.
wanting was another kind of struggle,
born of too many nights rung by myself,
till I was spun round and round with unease
that made me feel like the queen of solitude.
your piercing gaze hung behind my closed lids
as I thought of days long past, time without you,
till my heart beat in slow flutters of betrayal
that said I missed you far more than I should have.
small stirs of flurries outside tell an age-old tale
of this woman who took to her house for the season
till she was crying herself to sleep each night
because the snowflakes were far too chilly after all.
About the Creator
Jillian Spiridon
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
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