Who Could I Possibly Be

 I walk

and let 

the mist

mix

with my

heartache.

The air

is crisp

but

the sun

is trying

to make

up

for it.

Shining 

so bright

even

though

the frost

taunts

its

efforts.

I have

been

waiting

for 

answers

and as

I walk

I feel

the earth

calling 

to me.

It lets

me know

that I get to

decide

when this ride

is over.

When the 

heartache

is over.

But I decided 

in the moment

I want it.

I need it.

Its mine

and without

it who

could I 

possibly 

be.