Tuesday, November 12, 2013

muscle memory

i don't know how
to be me
without you.

my bones crackle
and my blood pulses
but i have no reason
to move
and anyway
i don't know how

will you think about me
when the first snow falls?

i'll imagine your face
outside my window,
begging me to be
your snow angel
and maybe
i won't feel so cold.

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