Listening to the sound of the rain against my windowpane
messy hair,
I held my mug tightly in my hands
feeling the heat against my ice cold palms
not wanting to let go
as the aroma of the coffee filled the hole in my soul

another box on the calendar crossed
out of breath
I crossed over to the other shore
maybe one day I'll find the key I threw away
maybe someday I'll breathe again

sturdy and strong
ready to go