Winters bracing bite
hugs the Heart.
Sudden absence:
hunger without hope.
No more to hold thy Flesh,
no more to hear thy Voice.
I cannot touch Thee,
yet still I live and move.
From my Breast, a Breath
wraps thee in soft cocoon.
From my Eye, a Gaze
seeks an ember in deepest blue.
From my Mouth, a Word:
warm tongue in cold world.
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