Until

I’d rather walk than feel his absence.
The cold cutting across my face
Gives me little else to feel.
There would be no more insulating,
In or outside from life’s biting wind.

Until.

There’s hope in the sun shining,
In leisure walking, bike riding,
In feeling the presence of another
Another way.

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