Dania Kreisl, Senior, English Major from Euless, TX
I’m scared of the winter.
I can already feel the cold wind creeping up my legs
underneath the layer of my pants
as I run from it.
It reminds me of you,
of a lot of our firsts,
so now a year later
I no longer feel your warmth fighting the cold.
It reminds me of anxiety,
the intense tightness in my chest
and knots in my stomach
that leads to starvation and no sleep.
It reminds me of the pain during the relationship,
the silence I felt as nothing changed
even though I begged you to hear me
and help me save the love we had.
It reminds me of the breakup,
and it was so devastating
I can’t form any more words on it;
reliving it would kill me.
The temperatures are dropping,
and I’m scared.
I’m scared of what the winter brought me a year ago during the worst time of my life,
I’m scared I’m going to feel that way again.
As the winter approaches, my anxiety peaks,
I’m scared for my life,
and I miss you terribly.
I want the winter to never come.