December Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Your standing right beside me.
Although so far away.
I inhale your essence.
The seasons begin to change.

Although so far away.
I feel you near.
I'm helpless to wither into the memory of you.
The harsh winds blow.
The warmth of you still lingers

I feel you near.
The fever of our passion continues.
A dry heat left behind until the wind blows.
Continuing to count the days until your here.

The fever of our passion continues.
Exhaling deep sighs of compassion.
A mere wick igniting the sun before it snows.
Simply sitting.
Waiting.

I inhale your essence.
Although far away.
Your standing beside me.
Feeling this feverish chill.
Existing until the next go around.
Until next November