Find me

February 4, 2017

Her love died in winter,

And the sun's not shown for a while,

The sky will five me no smile,

Just wet celestial splinters,


What with the clouds and the rain

I'm sure it has better places to be,


Like the other side of my heart

An untouched hemisphere,

Unpolluted by nicotine

Anxiety and fear


Where the birds live

With the flowers,

I could sit there for hours,

But then the smoke would find me.

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