Alone With Poetry

Alone With Poetry

It is cold
in this empty room,
and you are gone.

Pictures of your face
come in through my window
settling on me like snow.

It is cold
in this empty room,
and you are gone.

I attempt to shut you out,
but your memories sear me
with your absence.

It is cold
in this empty room,
and you are gone.

Poetry makes Regret
a simple beast to tame
when I am alone.

I am cold
in this empty room,
and there is nothing wrong.





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