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I’ve been waiting so long for you here. I can’t feel my toes and ears, and my fingers are soon to
join them. My wool socks and hat aren’t doing their ultimate job, my exposed flesh is turning scarlet from cold and the wind chill is biting at my cheeks. When will you be here? Will I wait for your mysterious silhouette forever, as you steps out of the midnight shadows? The snow is falling, I can feel it hit my nose as a snowflake, and slide off as cold water droplets. My feet are nervously tapping on the ground - out of impatience or shaking from the temperature. I’m waiting to see your hair flow in the winter wind, waving erratically in your face. Your beautiful smile will greet me, and reach down to meet my lips as I sit on this bench. You will speak in that warm voice that will wrap around my bones and keep me from shaking. I remember things about you when we were young, stamped with your unique and beautiful essence in my mind. Your eyes were captivating and gleaming, your mouth dainty. A smaller face, a widow’s peak on your hairline. Your eyes always had bags underneath them from your troubling insomnia, the bridge of your nose held a constellation of freckles. Your chin was pointy, as was your long nose. You still had some baby chub in your cheeks. Your grey eyes looked awfully stormy when you were mad, piercing into your target. You believed in fate and love like it was a religion. You had some acne on your shoulders. You wore long sleeved shirts in even 90 degree weather because they made you feel safe. You loved cities, and so did I, because the lights lit up your eyes like comets. You were afraid of heights, even though I told you I would always catch you. Your laughter was so loud and rich and warm, it would echo in my ears for hours. You were a dreamer, you still loved to believe in your grandfather's stories and fairy tales. You were a nonconformist, those who followed others were not ones you would call your friends. You had a nasty temper, when angry you could scream for hours at someone and never run out of breath. Whenever you saw coins on the ground, you would scoop them into your pocket with a small smile. You never liked to be the center of attention, but you didn't like to be ignored. You even looked pretty when you cried, the shiny salty drops of water falling off off of your chin. You were strong on the surface yet so vulnerable underneath, a pretty doll dressed in armor. I can recollect all the beautiful things about you, and how beautiful you were without even trying. As I look at the lines from age on my hands, the deep grooves and wrinkles, I remember how old I am. I'm still waiting for you to arrive, but I'll wait here forever, even if it means dying in the cold snow. Because that just means I'll finally be up wherever you are, where we can be together once again. We can reunite eternally, wherever you are. Beyond the stars, past the cosmos, basking in the dark galactic pit of eternity behind the sun. When I say I’ll love you forever, it is no exaggeration. I can’t think of a better way to spend my time.