seasons
every fallen leaf
reminds me
you were herethe winter before you left
was the last time
this rotten soil saw snowthe flowers behind my window
they are blooming
they are stripping me
of all that I amthe rays of sun
are burning across my skin
leaving holes
burning my insides
though I remain the same
for the cold is far too deep
I am frozen in timeI watched how the peonies slowly died
as did I
as did you

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infinite shades of blue (journal part I)
Poetrythings I wanted to say but never did