Sunday, 23 February 2014

Nonpermanent Residence

Evidently irrelevant,
From the bottom of my aching soul,
I return home to a cold bed,
A place I left a long time ago.

A capsule of times,
Better left uncovered,
Undiscovered,
Like melted snow under our feet.

I can feel it slipping away.

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