Up in the Air.
The more my skin begins to feel like the warm home my parents knew,
the colder the world around me seems to get.
I’m slowly learning to hug myself to keep the frost out.
But naturally, some winters are harder than others.
It’s as if the sun and my skin are lovers caught in an endless dance,
Until the first blood spotted leaf falls to the ground,
and we feel a frigid cold hanging in the space between us.