The chill of the cold stings my skin.
Snowflakes fall like little stars from the sky and kiss my cheeks.
The crisp smell of the tall brooding pine trees fill my mind with memories.
Memories of simpler times.
Memories of home.
Memories of you.
Wrapped in each other’s arms in front of a roaring fire.
The crackling of the wood and your warm kisses on my skin.
Your fingers gripped in my hair, your lips tracing my jaw.
The smell of the charred wood in the fireplace reminds me of lost things.
It reminds me of simpler times.
It reminds me of home.
It reminds me of you.
I tried my hardest to hold back the tears as
I watched you walk away; the snow crunching under your boots.
I watched as you struggled to wave goodbye for the last time.
Your words hanging in the air, like tiny puffs of clouds.
A sad smile playing at the corners of your mouth.
A slow tear trickles down and freezes on my cheek.
And I watch as the snow falls like little stars lazily to the ground and the chill of the cold stings my skin.
The winter always brings back these memories.
Memories of simpler times. Memories of home.
It brings back memories of you.
Kim V. Poetry
Kim V. Poetry 