I Am Thankful for War

Anticipation lingers and longs for her rightful recognition
"Will snow begin to fall?
"In this last month, 
Can I truly give my all?"

Realization comes in colder than the winters' grievance
A mourning for all my seasons
Ones that don't quite count as bereavements
But pierced all my body's regions

Is presence considered the present without 
Sounding utterly vain?
Can I travel back to 2004 without
Sounding utterly insane?

A time where I knew nothing more
Then marshmallows and sprinkles
Snowmen could talk and life
Still twinkled

Love is here
She's in my walls 
Scratching at the door
She's been with me since 2004.