You're delicate.
Intricate.
Purposely astonishing.
Visually clear and teary eyed prepared,
swaying over the ****.
Darkly swept and fragile,
you are my memory.
Balanced and ever-so-still,
I suppress you.
During the same night in tilted repeat,
running empty under the winter coat of snow bare and hollow,
My breaths murmur,
I'm forgetting you.