Didn’t reach you in time.
Just thought you needed to know.
I’ll see you at the end.
It’s a cold winter winter with no snow flakes among it.
At least within my sight.
Or what I’ve chose to see.
Alluding to what I choose to feel, which is all too familiar for
And to coincide with milestones.
Peering over fences.
Please allow me to feel shit.