Ease

You are gone now.

In darkness

winter disappeared

into comfort

into peace

not thinking 

being inside

Deep.

Apart 

from the one

who made you feel.

For a time

you were broad

and carried 

the weight of the world

upon your shoulders

with ease.

Ease is slippery

like time

If it passes comfortably

it's anaesthesia,

sometimes welcome.

And have you really lived?

by Jennifer Phillips

© Jennifer Phillips