Miss you love

A ghost in the shadows - hiding behind the curtains.
Nothing is the same without you.

Parties with booze and laughter and song, but still . . .
something is missing. Some loneliness enters my soul.
Missing your laughter and your smiles.
Nothing is the same without you.
I threw another party - danced another dance
without you.
and it will never be the same.
Ottawa is colder without you.

I sit here alone, drinking my red wine, thinking of you.
Always thinking of you.
It's almost been a year since we were parted.
And I'll never be the same
since I met you.

Plans of flying across oceans (even without my advil)
to see your face again.
I just hope I can find my passport.

Red wine isn't the same without you.
Cheese isn't as good without you.
I am not the same without you.

And I miss you love.

A mid winter's night dream

As I drag garbage bags to the curb, I spot the
Sparkles reflecting on the newly fallen snow
like light fairies dancing on ice.
This vision is mine alone.

I stare up at the night sky (beige from the
city light interference)
and tiny snowflakes flutter gracefully to the ground
around me.
The night chill falls upon me, but the bitter wind
has paused for the moment to let me
enjoy this brief scene.

Outside in February - wearing only a t-shirt and yet
I am not cold.
Early today I froze while walking home from the bus stop
with all my winter gear on:
hat, scarf, mitts, and coat.
But now, in my light pajamas, I feel no cold.
The frigid temperature has departed for now
to let me stare up in wonderment at the beauty
of winter.
Everyone else is sleeping in their warm beds and
this second is mine alone.

Finally.
I understand.