Cold As Ice

“Without you near me,
I’m bereft. Lost.”

Without you near me, I’m bereft. Lost. Standing in the midst of a winter storm. Old, forgotten leaves from autumn flying with the white flakes that swirl around me. I reach into the oblivion of white, hoping I will find you there. Near enough that your warmth would draw me in, like a moth to flame. But nothing responds. Only the howling of the frigid wind keeps me company. I am lost in this place. Without a compass nor a guiding light to point me to you. So I wait, calling your name into those whipping winds, hoping you’ll hear me and come find me.

© Sarah Doughty

I repeat, this life of mine
was never a competition,
except the ones
I set for myself.

Without you, I’m as cold as ice.

This was written for day fifteen
of November Notes.
Casualty by Hidden Citizens

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