ontario
is a cold
and desolate place,
and quebec
is a cold
and desolate place,
but i found warmth there.
i've yet to find warmth here.
maybe there is none,
or
i just don't want it.
i am
a cold
and desolate place.
always have been,
but warmth found me
time
and time
again
and now i'm eluding it,
like i do
from
time
to time
to time.
but it'll come back.
it has to.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia
Poetrypoetry takes us to so many places, and we take poetry to so many places. here are poems about places, and sometimes the people found in them.
