As winter does fall
the smell of wood burning stove
does comfort my soul.

The season changes.
Cold winds make me feel restless;
I am traveller.

I must let you go
knowing you will not return
but it frees us both.

It is not like death,
that would give me closure.
It’s like you’re missing.

I go for a walk
on a crisp and cold Sunday,
blue skies and sunshine.

I wrote a letter,
that I addressed to you love.
You gave no reply.

Winter has fallen.
Upon my wide window pane.
I can smell the rain.