Winters

There is a certain chill in the air

that reminds me 

of nights spent in waking;

hours that stifled my existence
making me burst from confines
to pace corridors and run into lawns,
feeling my insignificance.

The infinitesimal space
calmed my shivering soul

as bones 

still greeted one another 

in icy hellos.

For, with winter, came knocking
questions of why-nots,

seeking solace in invisible arms

and answers in shadows.

The cold went by 

in soul-secrets

whispered into emptiness,

till the morning sun 

thawed my spirit

to a semblance of grace.

When a gust of chilly wind 

numbs my fingers today

I think of winters gone by

when you weren't around

and wonder aloud 

about what kept me alive!