Switching Gears

After having slept for two hours prior to a full day of traveling home from Puerto Rico, I'm not yet feeling up to the task of composing a new post. So I will switch gears and provide you with a flashback of a different sort.

December 2011

Together, we walked along these roads

In the damp and the snow

With your arm across my shoulders,

My arm around your waist,

And our love burning fiercely;

We kept the cold at bay.

Alone, I walked along these roads,

As you embarked upon a new adventure

And I was left here;

Caught between the misery of being separated from you

And the joy of your fresh start and new life;

I earnestly await our next reunion.

Alone, again, I walk along these roads,

Along these roads, where we laughed and played;

In these fields, where we shared secrets and goals;

On these paths, where we hiked for hours;

In these woods, where we passionately embraced.

Your memory is everywhere.

I feel your lingering presence,

Which is swept away upon the wind,

So that I am left with only your ominous absence

And the frigidness of our extinguished love.