cold

shivering on cold sheets
the winter wind
or the ache within
the space beside him empty

she warns him of the fire
consuming as it rips through the brush
he’d welcome that death with a kiss
if for but one moment the cold would abate

emptiness overwhelms
no tears left to run
how can this be what was meant to be

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