Winter
The Winter Solstice
marks the shortest of the days.
All my nights are long.
I do not look forward to the nights when you are no where near by me.
The hours and minutes may count the speed of the planet and the seasons,
but my time stops completely when I climb in alone ‘for the night’.
Scanning the room with my senses, I realize that there are no ticking clocks anymore
to lull me into rhythmic breathing,
and my own heart’s beat cannot seem to find a comfortable speed. I force myself into evenly measured breaths,
making my stomach rise, pause and then fall on command.
There is no water for miles, but my memory searches for the sound of the coastline,
and the lullaby of waves on the shore.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and long-lonely-nights-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you start counting sheep/reach for an Ambien/resign yourself to staring at the ceiling until sunrise, email the link to Lovelorn Poets! We’ll preserve those short-long-short-syllables for all eternity.
