December Nights

I miss the smell of snow.

The smell of the brisk air, that twitters down my spine.

The dullness of the air accompanies my soul during the night;

filling the void of your body next to mine.

It brings back some of the finest memories of you.

During the long December nights,

When your thought sheds light

on every demon that consumed my soul;

silencing them, making them a figment of imagination.

If only for a moment, sleeping soundly knowing your light was my protectant.

Demons now play in the dullness

Taunting, laughing.

Yet

Those memories are all I have of you.

The only thing I have left of you.