Tuesday, November 17, 2015


the cold
from the drizzle
of the rain

leaked from
the cracks
in the window

and i tried
not to cry
thinking of
the memory
of you

and how you warmed
my bed
and how you warmed
my heart

and how,
by the waving
of your hand

mountains moved
out of the way

oh, what could i
to bring back
your sweetness

without losing
the completeness

of being the only one
who was right?

poem inspired by:  http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-16

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