Departure

One stuporous winter, tinged with blood

You whispered my name forlornly

As the streets froze over.

I knew I only had one chance to say goodbye

But even then I could not reach for you.

The snowflakes had settled on my skin

Piled in drifts around my heart

That turned tar black

When I tried to clear them away.

Finally, the winter was showing us

what we couldn’t discover in languid summer

 

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