New Adult Mystery and Adventure Novelist in Progress
I do miss it sometimes.
I miss the closeness,
I miss the warm feeling-
I’ve been so cold lately.
I fear, as I always do
that I won’t feel it again.
I’m destined for a life
of freezing, bitter winds.
But I’m tired of killing myself
over people who aren’t
worth a scratch or a scrape.
So, I’ll risk the bitter winds,
because I won’t freeze over
and someday I’ll find
someone worth dying for.
I miss the feeling,
that feeling of being at home
with you.
The only problem is
there is no
you.
There is only
me
and what good does it do
when it’s late
and I’m freezing over?
My sheets don’t suffice
when all my dreams
are of your cold, bitter winds.
The cold, crisp February air turns my face red,
something you’ve always been good at, too.
We’re standing outside as the snow falls around us.
It’s not the first snowfall of the year,
but it’s the first in a while.
A flake falls onto your nose and we laugh.
I’m filled with a joy only you can bring me.
We’re bundled up in coats, hats, gloves, and scarves,
you bury your face in your scarf, a twinkle in your eyes.
It’s 9 pm in an empty parking lot,
the moon, full and bright, illuminates the vacant lot.
I see just your silhouette,
but it’s enough for me.
A car drives by, the low hum of their engine breaks the silence,
their headlights brighten up your face for a moment.
I’d never seen someone so beautiful.
As we stood out in the cold,
waiting for our friend to pick us up,
I tell you I’m freezing and you take your hand out for me to hold.
I smile, and you take your glove off. I do the same.
Your hand is hot on mine, and a warmth fills me deep inside.
I never believed in love before I met you.
I never believed in anything before you.
Our friend drives up to us and we climb into the backseat.
He apologizes for taking so long, he had to get gas.
I don’t mind.
Lauren Hayden 