A Winter Reflection

As the leaves fall and a chill creeps in,

twilight makes an early appearance.

Smiles litter online profiles and pairs form

as the season changes once more.

He sneaks into my mind again as I overlook the lake.

Years have passed,

yet the air feels colder this time around.

Where is he now?

Whose hand is he holding?

A frosty sigh leaves my lips

and fills the space in front of me.

I try to focus on the lake,

but I only see his brown curls and green eyes

in the reflection beside me,

his arm wrapped around my waist,

a hand in my hair.

Ripples blur the image as kids skip rocks

across the lake’s surface,

and I’m alone again.

My chest contracts and I walk away,

my eyes fixed on withering tree branches.

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