Tuesday, January 7, 2020

when the world went cold

she used to love
the snow, before she moved south
to the keys.

come over she'd say.
bring
snacks, bring drinks, bring lips.

come to me,
before the roads are thick
with it.

before the ice forms.
before
I fall asleep. hurry, she'd
say.

I miss you.

but looking back I think it was
the snow
that made her
like that,
not me. her attempt at staying
warm
when the world went cold.

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