Winter Comes
Tonight, though the day was hot, was the first night it has felt like winter. The distinctive smell of mesquite was on the wind, the first hint of wood being stoked in the fireplaces. Prince's cold fur was rich with the scent, soft and comforting like nothing else. Christmastime is creeping on with a measly haste towards us, and the gift for the lights I have been questing for seems far off.
The lights. It seems now that she never did understand what it was about them I needed to see. I can't say as I know either, but it's something in me I miss. The last time we spent time together, the last time we climbed together, it was an attempt at sparking friendship again - not so much that it had left, but that we needed an acknowledgement of its presence. It wound up that we grappled, that practice I've shied away from and that she has begun to study in depth. I gave her my throat, my breath begged impedance.
We soon begin the decorating of Christmas. Our lights will be bright, and I pray that the others' lights will be as well, and I pray that I will have one to look at them with.
It was only on the drive home when I realized that my little stunt had been my final, futile attempt at dying in her arms...
The lights. It seems now that she never did understand what it was about them I needed to see. I can't say as I know either, but it's something in me I miss. The last time we spent time together, the last time we climbed together, it was an attempt at sparking friendship again - not so much that it had left, but that we needed an acknowledgement of its presence. It wound up that we grappled, that practice I've shied away from and that she has begun to study in depth. I gave her my throat, my breath begged impedance.
We soon begin the decorating of Christmas. Our lights will be bright, and I pray that the others' lights will be as well, and I pray that I will have one to look at them with.
It was only on the drive home when I realized that my little stunt had been my final, futile attempt at dying in her arms...