‘twas a cold,
cold leaving
knocking us flat
suffocating us
gasping
our breath labored
each-trapped-alone
grief's hostage held
grief's hostage held
in a room without air
‘twas a bold,
ancient trek
oldest known means of egress
as you tread through
that narrowed portal
betwixt lightness and dark
yes ...
yours was a form
most extreme of
as you tread through
that narrowed portal
betwixt lightness and dark
yes ...
yours was a form
most extreme of
a cold,
cold leaving
cold leaving
we
stupid with shock
stumbled about
lost utterly
strangled-mangled
bruised, our bodies desperate
to escape
the reaper’s scythe, so near
we blundering-blinded
lurched into the walls
a fire extinguished
doth leave the ground smoldering
hot
even whilst the smoke rises
heavenward
‘twas a cold,
cold leaving
now
quick on the heels of desertion
does the frost reign supreme
frigidity-rigidity
immoral mortality
forces me to wonder
if your flame
solely flickered
imaginarily
amongst those corridors of
vacant echoing
vacant echoing
empty chambers
which my heart
became
in the wake of such
a cold,
cold leaving
which my heart
became
in the wake of such
a cold,
cold leaving
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