Cold

Cold Wind whips by my window, my vision blurring. How long must I go before sun’s shining? The cold creeps through my windows, chilling me deeply; so tired, so lost, so tired of being solitary. Melancholy and regret, a constant familiar, my memory pains me; you are all I remember. A persistent pain of beauty that I hate to love. I wallow in my hurts because it is all I have. The recollections good and bad, seemingly a masochist I’ve become. I cry and I laugh at memories, of my moments in the sun. With your love you brought warmth, heating any cold. How ironic, I left you, now I long for you to come home. Come home, warm my house. I miss you so deeply. I bereft and alone, lonesome and crying. My house grown cold, you gone far too long. At a time your memories brought warmth, now I’m cold to the bone. I see you in my mind, as if yesterday you were here. I cry in my heart; you’ve been gone for years. How to let go, what is the solution? For now I live in a never ending, wintry season.