Dreamed In Color

I Will Concede

There lays a meager blanket of white
Just beyond the crackled window pane
The sharp cold bites at bare skin through the glass

               I am cold...

Wrapped in comforting warmth, cocooned
My hand tentatively tests the frosty barrier; solid
And still I do not find comfort

               I am restless...

Dutifully, I wear an outward calm
A vacant smile masks the storm simmering deep
Tentatively, I step over the mine of confrontation

               I will concede...

         To the winter of your absence

RLS




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