I kind of long for winter,
it's cold wind against my face,
deadening the senses
and waking the mind.
Sorry,
I'm lying,
mostly.
I kind of long for a winter
that will turn my skin to ice
which the warmth of your skin will break.
It's way too early
to be sure
you won't message me
on your own.
Otherwise,
I want a winter
cold enough
and busy enough
to erase all thoughts of you.
(The memories are too fond
to be forgotten.)
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