In the quietness of down time
memories she thought were left behind
sublimate, and settle around her
as snowflakes in the calm.
Sadness unspoken, shuffles close and clears a space.
Misery loves company they say.
Busy distractions keep it away.
But not now. Not today.
Other days she lives in the moment.
Papers over the cracks where she can.
But sadness curls its arm around her
when regrets escape from an opened gate.
A shiver disturbs her after a while
and she makes a move to leave.
In a world where everything is optional
the scariest journey is into the soul.