We are in this place again; I only know how to swim with ice.
Heat is as painful as light creeping through closed lids--
my hands haven't moved in a year.
you left, as did the Sun; do I hide now from dawn
or is a momentary thaw simply a deeper night,
ice melting to freeze again.
2 comments:
lonely feeling but beautifully written
"Heat is as painful as light creeping through closed lids. . ."
"is a momentary thaw simply a deeper night. . ."
Very good.
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