Moving On

“As we wandered calmly through that cold and dark December

We yearned for lies to be true,

and for the capacity to remember.

All those lost days in the sun,

and night wandering dark concrete

Would seduce themselves to one,

on a frozen winter street.

In a place where souls

past from frost to breath

I expected my own holes

and my marvel at death.

We found are fingers pressed

tightly together, intertwined

We said this is for the best

As we left everything behind.”


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