for what it's worth

To love and to have lost is such a powerful feeling;
hopeless, breathless, clueless as to what comes next.

Standing in the middle of an empty street
exhaling frozen smog
snow on my eyelash
snow in my hair
the light glows a warm yellow, like an autumn moon
clouds hang high;
yet no one is there
no is there to share this beautiful view, from this random spot on this random road on this random night at this random time.
Oh, sweet melancholy.

The tangled web has me stranded, hanging by the wrong thread.
But in it all there's hope, excitement, even happiness.

Here's to the future,
hopefully a little more dry, a little more fruitful, a little more forward.

Bring it on.