She longed for the lovely things; the taste of throaty warm cappuccino rolling down her mouth and, the feel of a dog’s cold nose pressed to her face in adoration, the sound of the reverb of that one song that touched her soul in memory and spirit, but mostly the smell of her father’s cologne as only he embraced her; mixed tobacco and spice – clean and earth-all the lovely things warming her as she sat in her cold, frozen space, breakers crashing, no beacons lost, feeling despair in knowing there is no light here, no sun, lost in memory no true warmth in the fantasy that is the loneliness of no honest connection.
Welcome to the Menopause Symptom Retreat!
No help came, not even Spring.
She longed for the lovely things; the taste of throaty warm cappuccino rolling down her mouth and, the feel of a dog’s cold nose pressed to her face in adoration, the sound of the reverb of that one song that touched her soul in memory and spirit, but mostly the smell of her father’s cologne as only he embraced her; mixed tobacco and spice – clean and earth-all the lovely things warming her as she sat in her cold, frozen space, breakers crashing, no beacons lost, feeling despair in knowing there is no light here, no sun, lost in memory no true warmth in the fantasy that is the loneliness of no honest connection.
Chilled, frozen, alone, the sea encroached.
Raging waters amidst the icy throws.
winter was harsh, frozen in time.
Feeling lonely and adrift at sea.
Light dimmed in his frozen heart
Hell froze, this standing at gate!
Existing in frozen solitude–but surviving.