Winter Solstice


the days will begin to grow longer
as if some kind of dull hope
can be extracted from this cold.
But today is the darkest day—
today I want to follow you
into the woods instead of going home
where I belong to my duties
and all the promises I’ve ever made.
Today is when my heart
begins to break
into heart shaped pieces like confetti—
which I will scatter in a sad celebration
that I will never have to lose you
because you’ll never be mine.




 Photo by Deanna Morae 


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