Heart Fire
the snow is cold and falling.
I am just the same.
there is no heat, there is nothing to warm with.
the fire that was sizzling
is not burning anymore.
is this just the beginning of a long frigid winter
is this the end of a summer love
a love that has turned with the seasons.
shall i seek shelter elsewhere
shall i draw up into myself and wait out this storm
i fear that there is not enough heat within me
to last through this whole winter.
perhaps i can find again
a little something
to kindle me through december.
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