a glimpse of
what might have been:
the candle
and the blow
pacing the floor
mind filled with nighthawks
stomach with bitter pills
snow on the window sill
--the long winter
of our love
it comes out of the blue
like dead reckoning
thoughts of us
unfinished
a hand withdrawn
the final wager on goodbye
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 11:24 AM UTC
a glimpse of
what might have been:
the candle
and the blow
pacing the floor
mind filled with nighthawks
stomach with bitter pills
snow on the window sill
--the long winter
of our love
it comes out of the blue
like dead reckoning
thoughts of us
unfinished
a hand withdrawn
the final wager on goodbye
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