Re:peats

The air grows cold again, the gold on your skin fades. Circle the equinox in your calendar, count down minutes, they pile on top of you like heavy snowflakes and you don't know how you'll make it out alive.

The thing is, you will.

Minutes are unbearably long when you await your lover, and also when you await your next breath. You remind yourself it's the same agony; there's something life affirming in the fact. Read old words and find the darkness to look the same every year, but your voice to sound wiser with each passing February. A previous version of you leaves little notes, secret messages, words of encouragement. Don't ever think it's forever. I know it seems endlessly far now, but it is not. Scan your photo albums for signs of spring buds and sunshine, mark the dates in capital letters. Ignore everything else you see, looking back.

I know it seems endlessly far now
But it is not. 
It is all still here
You'll be okay.