Winter solstice

The smell of winter
forms the loneliness
that lingers through the cold crisp air.
we inhale and exhale the emptiness
that marks the change in everyone.
and I can feel the mourning
when I watch the leaves fall to the ground.
for a moment,
I feel so god damn cold.
but then I remember that someone somewhere
can feel the unhappiness
of grown men crying.
and I don't feel so alone.
but it doesn't rid the sorrow
we hold in our lungs.
and when the world breathes on me
telling me what is left to do.
I break down.
we aren't sane, we aren't the same
but we need each other
to get through this winter.
and somewhere in this world
there is a warm place
with hope and bliss,
where right and wrong do not exist.
I'll meet you there.