I miss familiarity;
soft skin pulled over
cheekbones,
red lips poised to speak.
What came out of the mouth
changed as do the seasons.
Summer got the worst
of me, it seems;
angry words at best.
I extend my wrist now
in this blustery fall
to a fresh face,
hoping it will lead me
to unweathered bliss.
Winter will come
as the beginning
of something new.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
I miss familiarity;
soft skin pulled over
cheekbones,
red lips poised to speak.
What came out of the mouth
changed as do the seasons.
Summer got the worst
of me, it seems;
angry words at best.
I extend my wrist now
in this blustery fall
to a fresh face,
hoping it will lead me
to unweathered bliss.
Winter will come
as the beginning
of something new.
