15 March 2014

Memory

I don't know what I'm doing
or why
I do know that I wish the winter
would stretch a little further
cover just a little more
cover me just a little more
carried with the wind
to the same place, I know
sheltered by a cold night
overlaid
is a day, coated with a strange name
topped with a wide grin
secreted
a flare
and deceiving glow
that holds me tight and won't let go
kissed by a star
that missed so many nights
but I do forget
I always do forget.

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