pine (originally written on 11/26/16)A Poem by aspen
the sun bleeds into coats of orange and pink
i watch my breath escape into the atmosphere and dissolve to somewhere my eyes can't quite reach i bunch down towards a small fire and watch adorned families elude me while discussing christmas and what their plans for dinner were i looked up from the ember of the fire as a lanky boy ascended onto a log across from me loose curls of dark hair seeped from his beanie simple grey eyes that seemed to search for more than his surroundings met my distant dark eyes i couldn't hear him speaking to me, only the intense ringing in my ears i pulled my knees to my chest and allowed the gelid feeling to hollow out my cheeks and neck "are you cold?" he breathed out, watching his own cloud of breath rush out and collide with the smoke dividing our energy or maybe smoke didn't stop the impact of energy perhaps he gave up on me because when i looked up to nod he was already back to studying the pine trees that enclosed us i hummed Sycamore Tree until the reverberating of car doors opening and closing were shoved out of my head completely
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