I squint against tears:
your heart under winter’s glare
has come back to me
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I squint against tears:
your heart under winter’s glare
has come back to me
I hold my tongue in a vice
Speaking only in my head
Not wishing to start fires
I may not be able to extinguish
Wishing I could remind you…
Since you climbed in here over a decade ago
The world is different
My world is different
Your existence colours everything I see around me
He gives me so many things, least of all the homemade bread.