R.M. Dolin, December 1, 2023
The air I breathe no longer moves, frozen by the very same sky creating rings around the full moon casting lost shadows on still falling snow with a clarity that causes me to remember the way your eyes reveal a faraway light of forever while your touch betrays the ember fire of long-ago passions. In the silent December darkness, every thought I have, every sound I make, is stolen by the heavy snow quickly covering any trace of who I have become, causing me to wonder where you are.
