As intangible as winters breath and greeted likewise.
I peer through the windows of this vessel I feel cursed with.
My world is awash with colors dull and faded.
The sounds that accompany the things I see are harsh and shrill.
I close the lids and shrink back into recesses of my mind.
It’s dark and cold amongst the ruins of my dreams.
Wandering about, visiting those things said but abandoned.
I trace my fingers over the boxes of the memories of things that never happened.
It seems they were only wishes after all.
Reluctantly I rest my eyes upon a faint shimmer of amber light that has managed to sneak past my hopelessness.
I listen to it’s kind words and in its careless brevity I take false comfort.
The tall grass pulls me down and I lie amongst the bones of the things I love.
Pulling towards me an old skull from the days of my exasperating and careless youth.
I rest my head upon it’s brow.
The amber flame cold to my touch takes leave of me.
Returns to her love to dance in the arms of the night.
So I wait for nothing.
And as always.
It returns.