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And, so, I wander, lost;
A requiem of frost
glazed & cracked
on my window’s secret pane.
I tried to cut my loss
in woods — glass-eyed, cross.
But, the frozen plaque
on my see-through heart
it stayed.

I was not the same after you left.
So, I wander, lost, like, uncaught breath.

I exhaled mouthed mist. Upon crystal apertures. To scrawl your name and face. But, no matter the words I scribed, or, tears I stopped & shied. The Condensation’s dots: below, atop — crying i’s, still do not reveal your gaze.

So, I wander, lost. In branchly moss. Until, my private pane, defrosts. Hoping one day for a view:

to the otherside, across,

to feel, just once more, your;

glanced embrace, again.

© poormansdreams

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