on a cold december morn
I numbly reach
to feel the pane
but I feel not
the cold outside
nor the bitter harsh reality
of life
the chill serves only
to spark a memory of you
when I reached out in kind
and spoke three words of love
yet none returned
just winter aire
I look outside with clouded eyes
and breathe
1 comment:
Really like this one. The imagery accompanies the emotion.
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