Winter Breath

She closes her eyes slowly as the raindrops continue to fall on the window pane. Listening to its heavenly sounds made the storm inside her mind ease a little. It was a good distraction. Away from the pain, he left her. Now, his bags are all packed and the bed seemed much wider and colder. Gone were the days filled with laughter along with the pillow fights that never cease. 

"Where are you?" she whispers solemnly to herself. He's probably in the arms of another at this moment. The solace she found in him was now another's.

How could it be that our love ended that way?

Your goodbye seemed much colder than our winter breath.

Let me just turn back the clock, back to the time when you were mine.

I'm beside myself, look at me, love.

Is this what our dreams reduced to?

Christmas cheers, oh how I long to be in your arms again.

Darling, I wish I was there with you.

"Beauty is in the hard work itself and the, oftentimes false, sense of purpose we feel in doing it. It's a fleeting sensation that drives us to repeat our actions in order to capture it again."