for the fog of a breath against glass
for the cold of a stare gone unnoticed
for the empty bed and sleepless nights
occupied by challenges to the boundaries
of how much loneliness one can bear to
experience before simply slipping
away
caught in the wind, brittle brown
leaves
sometimes spinning…
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