Leaving

This is what it feels like.  Last night I lit a candle and it glowed long and perfect, the wind pushing it this way and that occasionally.  The wind was pouring from us as we held each other in our arms, kiss after kiss, hands held tightly against hearts and smiles beaming through the warm atmosphere.  I sat there with nothing to say because you grabbed my words, you put them inside of yourself, because you know me so well.  I only had to look into your soft blue eyes and you knew.

The summertime is long gone and it's winter now, dead branches falling onto my muddy footprints.  The snow is hiding in the clouds but it's there, I know, waiting for us.  It blows my mind the connection between two people, lips as gentle as drifting snowflakes, kisses as genuine as the mountains to the north, rivers to the east and south.

You shook me, my silent chest going up, going down, cheeks sore from all of that grinning I've been doing. You help me become who I am to the fullest degree.  But in a few short days..

You're leaving.