February

Posted: February 7, 2013 in me

cold nights are colder
when you don’t miss anyone
dry lips are more solitary
when all you do is exhale
winter folds me in
into the gray skied stasis
stillness
frigid and thick
grey billowing clouds
comforting sadness
peek-a-boo sunbeams
carrying lies of lovers and flowers
to come
but February knows
all that comes…
it goes

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