poinsettias and
pine needles and
cranberry spice and
you,
the golden lights reflected in your eyes,
your hand rising to touch my face, and
...nothing
you dissolve back into the pool of my daydreams,
our memories swept downstream in the river of my mind
gone as quick as they came, cold, unforgiving, never mine
Dec 3, 2022
Dec 3, 2022 at 2:01 PM UTC
poinsettias and
pine needles and
cranberry spice and
you,
the golden lights reflected in your eyes,
your hand rising to touch my face, and
...nothing
you dissolve back into the pool of my daydreams,
our memories swept downstream in the river of my mind
gone as quick as they came, cold, unforgiving, never mine
