It is bright but impossibly cold
I can feel the chill through my bones
The colors of autumn exploding all around
I'm sitting on a cold surface
Looking down from a hill of grass
An emerald contrast against everything else
Internal whisper a knot in my gut
A fist gripping my heart
Cold as iron, I can feel every finger
I close my eyes and try to focus
Beauty mingling with my absolute dispair
Suddenly, another human presence next to me
I say "I'm glad you could be here"
She let's my voice linger for a moment
"There's comfort in the transitory"
I agree, but with a tone that says
I'm not happy about it
"You know things always happen eventually"
She replies with a hint of humor
I catch myself smiling while a tear absentmindedly tumbles away
She knows but neither of us notice
We banter for a while
The topic of conversation nebulous and free flowing
There isn't really a point but that's OK
The sun moves a little bit
And I know that the moment is ending
I mutter a random curse word
And then she takes me into her arms
Motherly comfort that I didn't realize I missed
Free of expectations and awkwardness
Pure love on a soul level
Existing for the sake of it
I start to cry, softly at first
But then I'm sobbing with uncontrollable emotion
"I don't know if I'm ready for this"
"You were always ready"
And then, I wake up somewhere else
