my old love
once so bright and sharp
has dwindled down to embers;
the air above shimmering
and distorting.
It’s a slow, steady ache
that keeps me warm in the winter.
my old love
once so bright and sharp
has dwindled down to embers;
the air above shimmering
and distorting.
It’s a slow, steady ache
that keeps me warm in the winter.