• Winter Solitude


    Frozen ice
    Scraping the sides of the tires.
    I know I should have stayed,
    But maybe I'm a coward.
    The warmth,
    The lights,
    The love,
    Meant for others.
    It's not where my heart is.
    My heart is like this frozen highway.

    It's hard to smile.
    Hard to hear that "Merry Christmas".
    Hard to hear them ask where you are.
    They'll know soon enough.
    For now,
    I'll hide my tears
    In this winter solitude.


    (copyright pending)
    Cassandra Long
    12/12/08