kite
When the door closed
I felt the wind roll out
The small world we'd cultivated burn
Its ashes, not even fine enough to hold
That's not what I want to remember
I want to remember the winter
Wrapped tightly under a blanket
To see your face smiling
To watch sparks play across your eyes
To be there again
Walking hasn't felt the same since that day
Coming home to no one
Sitting drinking coffee with no one
But the sun, is getting stronger
the wind has started to rise
I hope I will too
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