The cold front comes in
and chills my bones
with the reality
that you are not coming home –
not now
not tomorrow
not ever.
That none of my family is.
not my mother
not my father
and not you.
So many people I have lost already
in thirty-two years of living
I have lived and died already
many lifetimes in this body.
Some years
the cold front whisks in
with a freshness of
possibility
Other years
and apparently this one
it feels more like
it steals something from me
my breath
my heart
a piece of me
Just by its bare reminder
that I will never have memories with
any of these three people in my life
ever again.
I have gained so much
I have a life full of love
full of incredible people.
But I think some years
no matter how long its been
(23 years for my mother,
5 years for my father,
and two for you)
The cold front still steals away my ground
and leaves me floating once more.
