Passing

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Passing

~

In the cold of spring’s eve, I thread wishes

into the fabric of my life, tattered and frayed

with years leaving marks in the stitches

left from past lovers and harsh winters.

I taunt the flesh while I slowly fade

into the emptiness of days, forgotten

and lost in between the wrinkles of time

while I pause to contemplate what’s mine,

and with trembling fingers I seek

the tenderness weaved underneath.

~

H.O

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