Dreary are the days you are away
Even the soft touch
Of the crystals falling from the sky above
Felt harsh
Everyone enjoying the first snowfall
with theirs
But me still at my desktop
Waiting for your call
Which I know I won't receive anymore
Scrolling through the gallery
Whimpering as the past hovers around me
Our coffee mugs
being kept away for a while now
The fireplace where we sat together
My hands in yours
When I cuddled in your warmth
I'm afraid my body doesn't forget your touch
Afraid that I won't be able to move on like you...
I knitted you a scarf
With each knot in it in the way
We wanted to be close with each other
And now
Seeing it in in the parcel you sent me
With a note on it
Saying
"Hey! Hope this finds your address safe
This will be last package I'm sending you
As I returned all your stuff.
Good bye"
