It's Okay. Really.
A heart becomes brittle
and splinters in the cold
if left too long on the windowsill.
What is it to me?
Your back sang everything I needed
to know
as I slipped on frozen time left
ticking on the sidewalk.
I don’t know what all the fuss is about.
There’s really no reason for
Winter’s treason.
It’s only another season
after all.
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