Remind me of about a year ago, trudging through snow for 4 miles, to my first job as a waitress; words of Tao in my ear, surrounded by love.
I remember walking in, soaked up to the knee.
It wasn’t my fault my first day was 2 days after Pennsylvania’s most brutual snow storm.
And no, I didn’t have a car.
I didn’t mind it though.
Not even when months had passed and summer came blazing down on us.
Scraped knees and bloody palms,
I’d limp the 4 miles after trying to bomb hills I knew I couldn’t.
But I didn’t mind that either.
I loved it.
But even more months had passed,
and love filled my lonely nights.
The sky had become more pink,
and I was enjoying flowers more than usual; not that you ever gave me any.
And the words of Tao lessened while the sounds of our hearts beat in unison—-your breath was the only thing I heard anymore.
And I was okay with that too.
It’s 2018 now, and the snow is falling heavier than ever here in the Poconos.
Our heartbeats are 3 hours apart but sometimes I feel yours next to mine.
Tao in my head, covered in blankets, I wonder if I’ll miss the cold this time of year.
6 more days.