By Rickey Rivers Jr.

When I awoke the front door was open.
The house was much colder.
I stumbled around looking for you.
Of course, I could not find.

Upon reaching the door I saw the truth, footprints in the snow,
footprints leading away from me, leading away from us.

I say, if I am to freeze, if you are to freeze, can it not be together?

Why the sudden shift to astral projection?

Are we not linked?
Are we not in this storm together?

Am I watching the snow fill in all that was left behind?


“I write to share the stories within me.” – the writer

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