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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


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


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