The distance between us grows.
Cold inside,
like the waning winter sun
on the precipice of a new tomorrow.
Transitions - apparent and unavoidable.
My thoughts fall silently now, like snowflakes.
Wondering,
walking alone already-
though the time has not yet come.
Through the looking glass all becomes clear!
Seeing,
I am no longer who I was.
My true reflection
I have pondered for all these months... in your eyes.
I don’t like it,
the discomfort of becoming me.
Changes of course bring change, even to the depths of us.
Growing into my new self, more in tune with what I need.
While you push me away,
I am no longer in tune with making you happy.
My heart realizes, in the snowy silence , that this is not going to last.
Without my insistence, consistency is not attainable here.
No answers, just a beautiful mosaic.
I pick up the pieces of my life and arrange them-
