as my right foot takes me,
your cold hits my face
i stare at the lonely branches,
and then i see i stepped on their lost warmth.
above, your infinite white awaits-
a ringing in my ear whispers,
‘i’m lonely, are you too?’
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 7:00 PM UTC
as my right foot takes me,
your cold hits my face
i stare at the lonely branches,
and then i see i stepped on their lost warmth.
above, your infinite white awaits-
a ringing in my ear whispers,
‘i’m lonely, are you too?’
