The light is reflected in my window
illuminating the pale grey sky.
Everything is still,
trees barely twitch in the breeze.
It's supposed to be warm
all I feel is the cold.
Goosebumps run along my arms
I sit here and wait.
For what, that I do not know.
For the leaves to change color?
That new blossom to bloom?
An explanation to why I feel?
Shadows run across the street
seemingly happy and free.
I dream wishing I could be like that.
Once more, carefree.
In time I might sink into the ground,
join them and become a memory.
Of what was,
what could have been.
As I look back I regret,
not living each moment to the fullest.
Of not reading the signs,
of letting myself become a ruin.
For all the times we shared
the broken hearts left astray.






