Apricity

Inspired by the unending love my grandparents had for each other and a story of one of their winter dates. On this cloudy winter day, the sky is gray and I am too. I kick a pebble off the sidewalk into the cold embrace of snow. It loses its luster when neither the sun nor you are here to lend it beauty to reflect. As the sun reveals itself, I am reminded of you and all your golden glory. The weak sun rays dare not to compare to the warmth that emanates from your soul That streams from your fingertips every time we touch Warming me until I fear I might die from the overwhelming expansion of light and love inside me. My grave will read “cause of death: solar flare” And all who pass it by will remark “Ah, what a wonderful way to go.” You are my winter sun, and I am but a specimen of flora depending on you for life and sustenance. When you die, I will swiftly wither away in the misery caused by the absence of my life, my source of direction, my whole world. You are everything to me, and I will spend every second I can borrow giving you all I have and more.