It’s that time again…
The seasons are changing; Fall to winter.
Her moods shift with the temperature gauge.
Her heart follows the leaves…
When they change color, she transcends.
When they fall, she falls.
She’s lethargic, she’s lonely…
Not going through a lot, but enough to feel a sting.
Never is she numb, she feels everything.
No addiction to rely on,
No more substance to ease the pain.
It’s all real…
She finds hope in the littlest things.
The music, the laughter, brought to her from old friends or new acquaintances.
That’s all she needs; some interaction from the outside, some reminders of home.
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