somewhere along the way
you’ll find the missing pieces
collect them one by one
like lost pairs of mittens
in the snow
you’ll press into your footprints
to make a lasting impression
before the rain comes
you’ll start to taste the wine
on your lips again
instead of ash
you’ll forget the smell of cigarettes
you already deleted the photographs
hoping that would erase
the memories too
now you’re seeking
music that makes you dance again
you’ll find it
when winter melts away
and summer falls on your bare shoulders
you’ll find it.