chilling colds
yet,
even one thought
of you
and warmth takes
over shivers on
silken skin.
A forgotten shack
dusty corners,
floors
scattered
with forest
litter,
windows nonexistent,
there’s emptiness
in cracked,
sitting mirrors.
.
Memories,
our time,
flash playfully in my mind.
It begins tonight,
I toast
S
i
l
e
n
c
e
as your presence felt again,
I wish
to entertain.


June 1
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