Embraces find their own -

You shouldn't leave me now,
when I'm so close to the understanding.
Here, with candles growing old,
patina around the silver vines,
I am beginning to notice the snow,
and how it waits.
There is only warmth beneath layers;
earth knows this:
it inhumanly welcomes the cold,
allowing accumulation to bring slumber.
Is this why you have accepted
my sudden threats of leaving
with such calm?
Are you certain that I will learn
to equate time's passage
with contentment,
not loss?

I should not be allowed to stand outside.
Alone amidst the whispering banks
and flurries of descent and sleeping ground
there are promises of purity.
Hints of death. Transformation of a whole.
A place of confusion to battle a certainty.

But it is only a snowfall.
A snowfall where we walked in summer.
A snowfall where you took me.
A snowfall finding its place on earth,
somewhere,
between us.




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