winter berry (a poem)
cold races in
whispers your absence
bed empty and disheveled
pillow tightly held
a wet winter day
beckoning to me
retreat
relapse
rest
release
12-29-21
cold races in
whispers your absence
bed empty and disheveled
pillow tightly held
a wet winter day
beckoning to me
retreat
relapse
rest
release
12-29-21
This entry was posted on December 29, 2021. It was filed under depression, desire, love letters, poetry, separation, winter and was tagged with a poem of loss, love letters, love poem, winter berry, winter berry (a poem), winter depression, winter poem.
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