Winter

A season to discover and yearn for warmth. 
To place your hands around an old coffee mug. 
To fantasize about the adventures to be had during Christmas and New Years.
To adore the lights hanging from apartment buildings. 

A season to get lost in dreamland. 
While the colorful lights are twinkling in the dark, cold night,
I dream of him. 
In a timeslip, I remain under the many layers of blankets to search for him. 
A simple wish that cannot be fulfilled except in my dreams. 
Alone in this empty bed,
I can only imagine what the feeling of love is like in a white winter. 
It is warm like a hug from a heater. 
Or it is warm like seeing family members open their presents with an endearing smile.
Warm like hearing your favorite song on repeat. 
Is it a different kind of security and happiness? 
I can only imagine on this winter night.

As I touch a single light by the tips of my fingers, I imagine the warmth of another spread through my body. 
With a sigh, I break away for my thoughts to instead stare up at the lights. 
The cold season is for being grateful for what is already present in this reality
And to appreciate what is distant. 
Like you are.