NaPoWriMo 2022 // Day 2
The afterwinter, or
the heartbreak that might just
do us in
when all we’ve wanted
for month-years
was some sunshine and a
humid down payment
on the hope we’ve planted
and tended and pinterested
and texted and groaned across
the table to one another
while the wind kept grinding
and the ground froze harder;
yes, the afterwinter
is the pinched nerve
we never saw coming,
the cancellation
we never dreamed of,
and the unexpected
gut-punch when we leaned in
for the first kiss.
in response to a post by @haggardhawks on Twitter