Into Exile

snow falls outside my window
(winter's visit continues)

i sit, 
restless, 
(repeatedly filling my glass) 
the 
room 
gets
colder
and 
colder...

my mind runs in circles, 
you
(stand between now and then)
my heart breaks
(today becomes tomorrow) 

someday
(maybe when the snow is gone) 
my heart will love again
for now
i continue this slow dance
that 
never
seems 
to 
end

(will you ever not have to leave me?) 
it is time to fill my glass
(i see the sun comong up behind the chruch)
i can't bear to see it
(i will hide again) 

T.S. Deary 
November 2015