Where It Is Found


United States
39° 31' 36.4548" N, 104° 40' 13.5948" W

The persistent cold beneath blankets and quilts
that chills to the bone despite layers of clothes—
The cup of coffee forgotten, left to cool on the counter.

The ache within a grounded heart for wings like a bird;
the one left behind when all else fly south.
That’s where it is found.

It cannot be dispelled.

Slowly it creeps up brick-walled hearts
like unyielding ivy, crawling
Until something so cold is now so alive,
swallowed in green, choked in leaves.

It’s the feeling in the depths of the moonlight
in which I rest my hand upon emptiness—
the emptiness where your head should lie.

And I feel the warmth drain out in slow rain on my cheeks,
until I settle into comfortable numbness despite

the chill in my bones
and the cup you left on the counter
and the dull ache in my shoulders
where wings should have grown.


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741