The ashes of awe and wonder
Give way to winter's breath,
Set asunder by
Sun's promises of spring.

I've mistaken
The implication of warmth
For the bask of love renewed
When it was, really, only
Another hopeless dream.

Alas,
He will walk;

And I,
Weep.

12/12/2013

Posted on 12/12/2013
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