A Zephyr...
A Zephyr...
The alarm beeps.
My morning cue.
Looking at the mirror, too afraid to ask.
What shall be done today, and what would pass.
But as I step out.
The dreariness of this home.
A smell.
The smell of winter coming.
The smell of him,
And the moments passed.
Feel alone with someone beside me.
Alone, feel the world inside me.
The zephyr.
In it, I breathe.
In it, I live.
In it, I will die.