Cold

Standing outside, watching the clouds pass by.

Remembering how much you’d like to gaze at them.

The cold, wintery air nips at me skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

You loved the cold.

It hasn’t snowed since you passed away.

But as I look up, I see a single solitary flake drifts lazily through the sky.

It falls gently onto my cheek and tears fill my eyes.

I know, somehow, that it’s you letting me know that you are still here.

I miss you.

-Kim V. Poetry

Published by Kim V Poetry

I've always had a passion for writing. In this crazy world that we live in, I find my solace in made up words and make believe stories. Let's escape into the void and forget about it all just for a moment or two.

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