Winter Solstice

The night whispers silent promises, reminisces unspoken moments.
I breathe in the cold air. Not quite the winter I was hoping for, but cold nonetheless.
A memory flashes and slips through.
Quaint.
The eyes look back, the smile haunts.
A skip, a heartbeat left behind.
The distance closes.
The laugh breaks through the silence.
I look around. I am standing alone with a smile marking my expressions.
The facade had fallen.
The stoic loneliness had long gone past.
As I move in, one last whisper brushes against my ears.
The breeze has died.
The chill hangs in the air.
The smile still rests warm.
I whisper back and hope the night carries it to where it is meant to go.