weather.

where have i been.

with all this falling from the sky.

my head involuntary reactions.

to my heart.

learning not to lean.

reading inbetween.

this winter has proven.

something of contentment.

between bedsheets.

and street signs.

somehow ive still found the time.

to let go.

ive been spreading myself.

opening my arms.

closing doors.

behind them theres lights and whispers.

and sudden movements.

and snow.

the whiteness.

blacks out any misconceptions.

rearranges my reflection.

showing them what they want to see.

standing above.

looking up.

waiting.

theres nothing else to talk about.

but the weather.

and me.