At The Edge Of The Year
On winter days just after the holiday season has come to a close I find myself
alone, braless with bare feet,
invitations to brunch turned down, relationships ended.
My shea butter coated arms elbow deep in scalding hot water as coffee brews in the background.
I stand over the sink, scrubbing my breakfast dishes, the window cracked just slightly billowing in gusts of frigid air,
I smile, and I think to myself; there she is; that woman you thought you'd left behind.
xoxoxo Chocolate Girl in the City xoxoxo