I listen,
The snow keeping me awake hitting the windows as I try to close my eyes and start to drift again,
it's relaxing yet a nuisance.
the wind is blowing now the temperature is slowly dropping,
I can still hear the snow on the Windows.
I remember when you were here we would listen to the rain an hail on cold winter nights like this together,
Cuddled up when the wind got so strong it near shook the room.
That was a while ago and you are gone now,
that's all that matters.
The snow quiets,
the wind stops and I no longer hear anything on the Windows.
It will be 4 years soon.
Four years of silence
Four years without you
YOU ARE READING
bottled up
RandomOver thinking.it's what is slowly killing us without us even noticing. They say talking to someone helps but I have to disagree. I like to write about it.
