Two days have gone, and five more to suffer. I feel the fool, for my love had stopped by the day he left. Alas, he wished not to wake me to say his farewell. The days are cold, and lonely. Even my closest friends seem like far off memories. And yet they are right there, within my reach. I fear that my teachers shall begin to shun me due to my distant feeling. I skip out upon my rehearsal and go out walking without a jacket in the cold.
My hopes are that snow takes over my little town and shows the vastness of how large it can seem. And how desolate it can feel. Not many people venture out into the cold, they stay near their loved ones and stay where they are warm. I am ready for that quieting snow, and the chilliness of the days to go on. For then, when my love returns, I can be warmed up in his arms...
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