White Christmas
Snowflakes swirling down,
melting as they touch the ground.
Christmas lights lining her window.
It’s been only a couple of hours since she opened the door,
was welcomed by the familiar smell.
A pile of unopened letters on her desk’s dusty top,
A freshly made bed in the corner,
An empty closet, a crowded bookshelf.
She let her mind wander back in time.
It seemed to her as if nothing had elapsed since her last arrival.
Still winter, still Christmas. But different.
Next door is playing a song she remembers from childhood days.
Less time she seems to have now.
And yet, it grows a strong desire to settle down.
She opened her suitcase, got out the little wrapped gifts.
Downstairs shining the Christmas tree.
It’s this season.
Or is it returning?
That initiates thinking about the past 365 days.
Have they been good? Have they been bad?
Where have I been? Where have you been?
When will we see each other again?
And everybody wonders: “What comes next?”
It’s still snowing silently,
a soft white cover emerging.