That Lost Winter

A Poem

Jillian Spiridon
2 min readNov 25, 2022


Photo by Rodolfo Sanches Carvalho on Unsplash

the flurries fall down, down, down
like a quiet outpouring of emotion,
like hushed applause across a crowd,
like a soft gasp of breath before a kiss.

the place is still the same,
just like you left it,
and I’m trying to grapple with
what it’s like to miss you.

the snow builds and builds and builds
till everything I see outside is white noise,
and there were so many times I wondered
if we’d be trapped, never to be heard again.

but it’s silly, isn’t it,
that I’m thinking of you
and wishing that maybe
things had gone different?

the fireplace crackles, simmers, sparks —
and I remember nights just like these
when we’d cuddle under blankets
and whisper secrets until morning.

the truth is I still don’t know
what it’s like to be alone
when you were always there,
just one touch away from me.

winter is a glimpse into forever —
that tick, tick, tick of time —
and I’m sitting still as I wait
for life to make sense again.

tomorrow’s a mystery,
and maybe you’re out there
looking at the same sky
and missing me too.

but the thing about frost
is how it always melts away —
and you’re gone, gone, gone too
like the sun whisked you away.

and me —
here I am,
wondering if I’ll ever know
how to survive a winter without you.

For more poetry, you may enjoy my poems linked in the list below:

Poems by Me - November 2022

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Jillian Spiridon

just another writer with too many cats