The winter kiss

The night wraps me up in its dark embrace.
The soft kiss of winter brushes my cheeks.
A kiss goodbye from a perfect mate.
The comfort of spring holds me at the edge of dawn.
It waits while it lets me in on its secrets.
The perfection of these combined elements pervades.
My eyes closed, I take in every breath of new life.
Each blurred light, passing like a modern shooting star.
Beckoning for me to come along to the destination.
But I am already here where stars can't take me.
The years slip from my eyes, for this feeling is timeless.
The morning light comes too soon this time.
Stealing from me the one perfect thing I have.
I will wait for you here until you return once more.
The sun will hide again to reveal you, the night, as my own.
And we will dance like the day will never come again.

dm.

Without You I'm Just Me

There is a strange but amazing clarity that accompanies loss. Loss of any kind, I suppose, but mainly that of another person. In a moment, you realize all of the things you should have said (or shouldn't have said in many cases,) could have done or would do differently if you had the chance. This is much like the "near-death" experience where one supposedly sees their life flash before their eyes. In similar fashion, this clarity happens upon an individual when an event comparable to the loss in death occurs. Everything experienced after this moment is a vivid reminder of that person. The food once shared, a street corner once visited, the mere absence of that person fills every room while the void remains in the mind. Anything that can be done to fill that void shall be attempted but often never succeeds in properly occupying the need for the previous tenant. A space forever vacant and waiting for the return of the resident.

dm