Your (once "my") SolaceA Poem by Matt Chevalier
Holes,
Small ones, almost pinpricks, Dot fragile forms and Ghost lights. Here, a short laugh Bites your ears -sits on your lungs all day. But you -one who used to live alone- See a solace of sorts In the siphoning of cycles (The ones where I pretend nothing has changed) Seasons seasons seasons Our proverbial hearts go with them Mine was summer; Your's was winter But actions (not time) Make all the difference
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