i thought i held you in my hands,
i remember these cold fragments of love
we did not survive the icy winter
but summer is here. my sorrow is felled.
do not stir in your grave. i will not weep,
for we are always, and yet never again.
always in winter, never in spring,
but we will live forever, during those breaths in between.
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PoesieAlways winter, never in spring, but she'll wait a thousand lifetimes for him. A personal account of a bitter, heartbroken lover's descent as she grows, watching her blooming love wither into nothing. Love poetry anthology. © elle sonder 2024 Winner...