*The air your lips used to warm
as you'd breathe into mine,
has become too cold
from the space
you left between us.
Now,
I warm my own air
with flames
set from the peelings
of a burning heart
you threw away
in a rusted can.
I don't remember winter ever being so cold.*
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 7:40 AM UTC
*The air your lips used to warm
as you'd breathe into mine,
has become too cold
from the space
you left between us.
Now,
I warm my own air
with flames
set from the peelings
of a burning heart
you threw away
in a rusted can.
I don't remember winter ever being so cold.*
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