She was afraid of
her own shadow
until you became
her shining light

One two three four five
Six seven eight nine; goes on
Counting my blessings

i adore cold weather.
But not for the fires,
Or the warmth of another person.
I find something beautiful about it,
And maybe even a bit lonely.
It reminds me of bittersweet loss,
And finding the strength to move on.

tell me
is it worth it
when we stay all the night
looking at every little thing
but we can’t have
a slight gaze
at the stars