The blossoms outside my apartment changed. From winter white to winter purple. Cold purple. The kind of lavendar that chills. My breath freezes in front of me, 'was it like this yesterday?' No. The color changes in a day.
I keep on waiting for you. Tapping my fingernails on the black iron. A hollow yell. I make plans for you. My hopes and dreams: they come and go.
Knee-deep in December, the presents pile by the door. Their bright red wrapping, crisp and shining, mocks the heart. You will not see your family, the postage remarks. I wait till the last minute to send them, trudge to the car, drive mindlessly to the post office, and go mindlessly about my day. I already miss the memory we haven't made.
We went to a party tonight. The white icicle lights blinked on the wall. When I smiled you smiled and then we went away...
5 comments:
sooooo, your weekend wasn't so great? Are you just being poetically melancoly?
We will get thru this and in another 2 weeks it will behind us and can look forward to next year. But you will have fun enjoy your time once you get there. You know it will be great!
love u, mome
Yes- I agree! Just think Nova will be one soon and you will be here to help her blow out the lone candle- her auntie by her side. New memories are on their way!
I love you!
I can relate to the mocking of the heart. This year, my year, has been dressed in such wrappings, too.
Have a peaceful yuletide.
I wud say try n stay in ths mode fr smtime ...It isn't all tat bad...;-)
Cheers to Life!!!
I think you should upgrade this post from "almost poetic" to "downright beautiful." Says me.
Holidays are a weird gig. There's always a flip side to the coin of happiness and pure joy... the one that grieves for the way things were and makes us realize how much we miss each other.
It's all about the balance, hon.
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