rispondo

someday (i imagine) you’ll finally find the words, and
then (oh!) i shall not know what to say, nor how
even though all our dangling conversations should
have given me time; but here on the brink (at last) i
realize i do not know (at all) where to begin

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a-wither, awoken

the spit of snow all a-glitter
each moment of daylight we’ve lost
reminds me the world is a-wither
and the flowers are all claimed by the frost

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