my bones feel hollow in the winter's silence
crisp wind cuts through the seasons
bringing an atmosphere
of endings

my reflection in the lit up city window
seems morbid
in comparison to the ribbons and stars
families rushing to warmth
expectations of kin
stiff grins and distant conversations

the absence of magic
that once sparkled in my sight

not desolate, though
another run around the sun
brings hopeful glimmers
of beginnings