Companions

The sun is warm,

and the wind is cold. 

It unravels sweaters

and new haircuts,

cool fingers caressing

what they find underneath,

wicking away the sweat

and frustration we accumulated

in our heated homes. 

Winter is on the retreat,

and a sun-blushed army

of bees and butterflies

has lain waste to her

dormant drudgery. 

I fill my lungs confidently,

completely full,

to the point of bursting -

and find my chest shaking

as I exhale,

water collecting in

the creases of my cheeks.

I have been barely breathing,

eyes to the ground,

waiting for the days to

return full length.

It has been so lonely

without the sun

on my skin.

I missed you,

my dear friend.