I have been praying for winter for months.
The months where it was okay to be alone.
A time when it was alright to pull your knees up under your breast bone
And just perch there.
Teetering on the edge of emotionally a wreck and perfectly fine.
And winter is finally near.
Fall winds are pushing the leaves to their brink.
And the air smelling like fires and pie.
But now I just miss you.
I just want to take winter walks with you.
Listening to soft depressing music with you.
Holding hands with you.
Drawing each other in close when the winter winds get the best of us.
No, now I’m praying for summer.
For a time it’s easier to be alone.
A time where I don’t need someone else’s heat
To warm this heart of mine.