Letters For You [Her Side] #1

The frozen river beneath the old bridge 

Has started to melt. 

 I walk across it every day 

On the way home. 

 

The air still feels like icicles 

 But that's only when 

I ride my bicycle. 

 I'm glad when my breath comes out 

In puffs of smoke; because it gives me hope. 

That there is still time

 For the cherry blossoms to bloom

 And for you to make your way home.