Widow maker

The first year I couldn’t allow myself to get close to anyone. I avoided my friends, and as no surprise, escape within four walls, wine, and Netflix. I tried to get close to you. I faltered. I was intimidated by you except in my drunken stupor; I could muster the confidence needed to handle you. Well, this year has been different. I am venturing out into the Freeze and at times dethaw with those of similar vices. Little by little, I am finding joy in the simplest things and kindness of strangers. I think I’m letting go and learning to trust again. The melancholy and madness is subsiding. There is life without you.