no letters from home

windows foggy from here

from distance
daylight
can
be
felt

she sprinkles her horizon
on me

what
have
i

she pulls me
over her

am
i
echoes

of
her
tear

drops
hitting
my canyons wall

laying here beside here
feelings
of
left alone

she was never right beside me
my heart is been
as
thrown

strip me through you hollows
fill my hands with sand
pull me from this
furnace
of
who we think
I
am


trying not to whisper
now we
are
learning why

for every season there is
an
teardrop
only summer
makes them dry
flying through
this fall
how
could we
learn an thing

no letters
from



home
?



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