SoulReserve

Lakehouse

how I float
on meagre dreams of you
like this lakehouse
detached and lonely,
crumbling to the touch
of a thousand ice-cold rivulets

how I catch and uncatch
on thoughts of you

these glass walls, frosting
with winter’s breath,
I see your eyes
imprinted upon them – cold and distant

and I want to kiss you
one last time,
before I am swallowed
by these eddying, dark swirls of emptiness

before I too become
the lake that carries me,
like a thousand other things
that it has carelessly consumed afore.

© SoulReserve 2019

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