She has become air ...

I still feel that cold wind -

I still wake up -


That moment -

Less than two hours into the new day -


I still walk down that crooked corridor -

I open the pale door -


I sit in silence like deep snow -

It settles upon her face -


She who loved me as easily as she breathed -

She has become air -


01.20
Wednesday 27 February 2019

The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset