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Cold Walks

Updated: Aug 7, 2021



(our) divine times

I reminisce all too often


feeling like loose ash

in a hopeless dance

through your tender songs



oh


so tender


I wonder - often too

if we'd make a pair...


but after all


I opened my eyes

in light

of a dream

of a night



. . .the spare pillow

resorts to colleting dust. . .



you torched someone's heart

many years ago


I can't imagine

it ever going out



What I miss, dear


our sunset walk


the sounds

of trees trembling in a winter's night

and your boots

in time with mine



loose ash

and a passing face

everyday since


I fear

we'll never share time together

again.





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