[ my solace ]

the crisp air whips at my lips
and they grow wet with cold,
but warm quickly,
as i think of the nights
you weren’t there to appease me
while my tears collected casually in my
collarbone.

the moon highlights my way
as i wander alone,
but walk briskly,
as i envision a time
that my soul needed soothing,
but instead was comforted by
another less deserving.

i part my lips as i breathe
and the cold rushes in,
replacing the warmth in my lungs
and heart
with an icy proposition.

standing in the presence of night
i grow weak and weary,
and nothing relieves me,
so i succomb to her arms
and her voice wraps around me
whispering what i needed to hear
all along.