Still

In the summer, we were
vibrant,
alive and warm.
We took our time and fit ourselves wholly into the
routine of loving one another.
Mornings were spent
and nights cherished before this terrible hiatus.

The winter has come and turned me to stone.

I wish I had been still.
More still, so I could better gaze upon the perfection of you.
More still, so I could better remember that perfection.
More still, so I could better realize how luck smiled on us.

Now I am still, though not voluntarily.
I am stilled along with my heart, still here, still loving you and always
waiting for you.