It started out bright

Full of light

The bold marks of Sunday

And refracting sunrays

Pouring through the window

And through the pond water to the minnows

The trees soaked up the love

And kisses from the sun

The animals played

All throughout the day

Then came winter

The curtains tightly closed

The season had changed

Now I only see snow

Only a blank canvas

Of white and dark grey

No more spirit

Shouting what it has to say

I close the curtains

There is no more to see

You aren’t there anymore

It is just me

I’m sure there were signs

Like the leaves turning red

But I still followed you

Down the long trail of dread

Sometimes I peek outside

Seeing if there’s anything left

But it’s just a cloud of nothing

Not even places we used to rest

Sometimes I hear noises

Like flutters and flurries

But I block out any hope

And continue to mope

Because if I believe you’d show up at my door

I would sit there and watch, not moving anymore

I let go

Tell myself no

Push away the curtains

And look into the unknown

All is white

Snow on the ground

Not even a footprint

To be found

Then I look deeper

And see more than sorrow

White is all colors

From violet to yellow

Red to blue

I still love you

But I move on

And see what’s deeper

Than the trails I walked on

White reflects

All in my eyes

During this harsh winter

I will survive

Until the dandelions give me signs

I will enjoy the bright colors, just outside

I open the door

And unlock my heart

Hearing sounds once muffled

And understand my part

Still today, the sound of the birds can be heard outside my window

Even if I can’t see their wings

I know they are there, waiting for me

I no longer have to be alone

I can trudge through the snow

Until the sun stops the show

And gives the clear signs

Of what can be truly mine