the house
is chilled
almost cold
when you
realize that
you need to
turn the heat
on. it's time
the season
has shifted
to click
the switch
and hear
the furnace
turn, the
fire's
small encased
roar rumble.
and then it
pours out in
waves, the
soft flow of
warmth, not
unlike the love
you took,
and gave.
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