it’s never too late
to dream, no matter
what they told you
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winter white
outside the window
it still looks like Christmas
though the decorations
have been put away
in pretty boxes & ribbons
along with mementos
of you, except for
what’s most precious
all year long in my heart
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after the storm
it looks peaceful
and undisturbed
what once was
cold & distant
it’s now
present & near
the past but a glitch
in the beauty
of this moment
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Standing in the Polar Vortex
it was inevitable
should have seen it coming
the deep freeze
of your heart
those ice-blue eyes
once alluring
now a calculated look
of betrayal
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delete
funny, I forgot
how to spell your name–
could it be I’m over
the pain, or in letting go
I erased it all
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Reflections
As the sun went down, she began to think that no one understood her in a metaphorical sense. There was a river of disconnect between her and others, and she needed to build an imaginary bridge.
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exploration
I’m running out
of moons & stars
milk & sugar–
in search of
sweetness & the sublime
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