SoulReserve

Is this how?

the wisps
that leave my mouth
are hollow,
where they had once
carried your name,
and my heart lies frozen over,

if being warm
was being with you,
I let winter take me,

can you
blame the snowflakes
that fall,
landing softly
on the dimming fire?

they ask me
to stop, to let go
of you,
of those bittersweet
memories of us,
that burn and brandish
like the sun,

I do,
I listen
I move away,
cold,
to where even thoughts
of you are
bleak,

and this is how
it will always feel.

© SoulReserve 2018 

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