Still my Winter

 

His eyes burned as he looked at Sue

Teeth clenched by feelings soft as dew

The same song played in the air for them to dance

I remember, remembered everything, with that glance.

 

My first Christmas without you with me

Why is history happening all over again?

You and I in her in him I see

This is so wrong, just as insane.

 

Childhood Sweethearts grow up and apart

As the snow stayed happy through my winter

When yours turned into summer’s heart

Not quite the match, ends up a match’s tinder.

 

The beats are loud in my head

Surrounded, I sit like an owl wise

What to do? I still believe I said

Surely God doesn’t play dice.

 

This Christmas, I had to relive the story. It all came flooding back. Just like they say!

There were a million reasons why I wished those days would come back. I wanted to will it into existence. Cause everything to fall in place. Somehow.

But, I knew better…

What’s lost IS lost.

 

Nevertheless,

That night I found the answer to my burning question.

 

Why did God let him into my life if it was not meant to be?

Because… We had a lot to learn from each other. Our love held us firm as we grew deep roots. And now, we are strong enough to go on with the rest of our lives.

Everything happens for a higher purpose.

We just don’t see the BIG picture. But one day, we would.

 

 

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