Ankle deep in snow and you’re a thousand miles away,
I miss you already and it’s only been three days.
You left just in time to escape this madness I call home,
But you’ve been there with me through the simplicity of my phone.

Knee deep in this storm and you’re still a thousand miles distant,
Trying to occupy my time, missing you stays consistent.
I know I’ll see you later, though I sort of need you now,
But patiently I wait for you to return to this silent town.

Waist deep in this blizzard and a thousand miles is too far,
Once you miss someone, everything seems to become hard.
I know things will be easier once you make it back
It’s just that tolerance is something I’m beginning to lack.

Ankle deep in snow and you’re a thousand miles away,
I’ll wait for what seems like forever, but it’s really only ten days.

You’ve sewn this pattern on my mind,
And the fabric is unraveling.
I don’t want to stay here this time,
So, I’m going to keep traveling.

You’ve spilled this stain on my heart,
And I can’t scrub it off.
You closed the door from the start,
So, why did I continue to knock?

You’ve left this tattoo on my soul,
And it appears to be permanent.
It symbolizes self control
So, at least I can say that I learned from it.

“When was the last time you cried”, you asked.
How many tears did you lose? How fast did they race down your face?
Were there tears at all, or did you hold them back like you were trying to break up a fight

What is the point of tears?
To water down you’re feelings on the inside?
To drown your unpleasant, unattractive, unfulfilling frown?
The one that sits at the bottom of your face.

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
Buried your face in your pillow, listening to your muffled voice sink into the feathers.

But somehow it helps.
This wet, loud, chaotic, unstable mess of a moment helps?
I don’t know why… but it does.

What do dreams teach us about the waking life?
That things could be worse.
Or maybe even better.
If time is insignificant in dreams, does that mean it is in real life too?

What does yesterday teach us about tomorrow?
That we should forget.
Or maybe even remember.
If we learn from our mistakes, does that mean we should keep making them?

What does death teach us about life?
That we shouldn’t complain.
Or maybe we should.
If my death were to affect you greatly, does that mean my life must have done the same?