Icewater

The pale braches of winters past
Draw shadowy cracks on barren ground
Littered with yellowed promises
Of journeys to the stars

These tired pages creased with time
Are heavy with scars of fading ink
And the watermark of separation
Runs through every line

Return to these walls once more
And melt the frost on the panes
Let it flow and then run dry
In my crevices and folds

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6 thoughts on “Icewater

  1. I’ve been reading your stuff for a very long time . . . Like, from before you started a blog . . .
    This is, hands down, one of your most deep and beautifully crafted pieces of writing.

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