literature

seasons change

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As I sit in this office, I am reminded of how cold it will be in winter.
Air handlers keep the computers cool, and they chill my skin.
But I will walk outside after my shift is over, and the air will bring warmth.
It is a lonesome warmth though, and it will shrink as the seasons change.

My blanket won’t quite cover my feet.
And hot chocolate will only burn my tongue.
Even the portable heater will be lacking.
You’re the only thing that kept me really warm.

Alone, you could be cold.
Your powerful gaze and sharp wit seemed icy.
But when I held you in my arms, you were so warm and so soft.
To hold your face in my hands and stare into your eyes was special.

Oh, to have that just once more.
To just hold you once more.
And stare into your eyes as I cradle your visage in my palms.
Those angelic, sparkling eyes smiling at me.

Oh to wrap my arms around your warmth again.
For just one moment, one more time.
The gentle scent as I inhale
and the rush of trouble leaving as I breathe out again.

For Christmas, I gave you a jeweled bracelet.
The product of my steady paycheck.
Its color I chose out of thoughtfulness, for it was one of your favorites.
But your gift to me was infinitely more valuable.

Among other things, smaller gifts, you gave me your voice.
On that plastic card was a number that I could call.
When you were far away.
And I could talk to you at any time.

Now you’re far away.
And those memories of years ago come back to me.
As I gaze out across the snow.
And wonder what you’re thinking of. (ironically, that’s what you used to ask me)

That wistful sinking feeling pulls at my stomach.
That mournful, bleak sensation.
Wishful thinking gets me nowhere.
But I’ll never forget you.
And how you melted me...
as do our hearts
© 2006 - 2024 kamesen
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