…Or Is It Winter?

Is it decadent self-pity?

Or is it winter?

Is it remembering the acute pain from this time last year?

Or is it winter?

Is it the weight of solitude and loneliness?

Or is it winter?

Is it existential dread?

Or is it winter?

Is it the soul-aching reality of his absence?

Or is it winter?

Is it nascent depression?

Or is it winter?

Is it reaizing it’s nearly been a year?

Or is it winter?