last thing i saw was me trying to lure you out from that iglo
last note i heard were just murmurs
last words i read were simply "dead"
not that i saw, i heard, nor word, but i felt.
be that as it may during this winter holiday that wraps you with it's arms of cold daybreaks i try to let you witness how life destroys yours and mine.
but it created shimmers of hope at least for me and yes i see how every piece of me directly points to your street clamoring for every piece of thee for every word you say for every breath you take for every love you give and for every one of it you receive.
just having me see, hear, feel, and love you makes me feel lifted where all wishes are simply granted with all i wanted which are life, emotion, and you, my kindred.