millions of miles away,
still the thought and voice of you
wrapped around me kept me warm.
but apathy blew through the trees
to your bones till
the chill put out
our little hopeful hearth.
the distance remains yet
now the miles between our hearts
has revealed a separation
and left me shivering.
this winter cannot be as bitter
as i am, trying to remember
how to just be alone.
my numb hands mourn
the pretty warmth of you -
yet all the same,
summer will arrive soon,
casting shadows on my mind,
concealing visions of you and
the starkness of my solitude
until winter comes again.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
millions of miles away,
still the thought and voice of you
wrapped around me kept me warm.
but apathy blew through the trees
to your bones till
the chill put out
our little hopeful hearth.
the distance remains yet
now the miles between our hearts
has revealed a separation
and left me shivering.
this winter cannot be as bitter
as i am, trying to remember
how to just be alone.
my numb hands mourn
the pretty warmth of you -
yet all the same,
summer will arrive soon,
casting shadows on my mind,
concealing visions of you and
the starkness of my solitude
until winter comes again.
For when we almost made it to spring break.
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