20111203-171157.jpgBlack branches shadowed by a firelit sky, a swath of dark tendriled clouds, a streak of pink. My heart decomposes and sheds the weight of what was only so many golden, crinkled leaves. Thrilled and shimmered and too soon stamped out. We are here now in silence, lost to what we held, breathing in cold and bleak and dark. A hibernation as imperative to the whole as all of its parts. Beauty; though swollen with regret, wishes, and loss. A pair of corduroys outgrown, a loss of chubby cheeks. The barrenness of a kiss wiped off.

But a newness comes with all the promise of bright new buds and green. He rustles and stirs under the white, taught bark.




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