Slow dying sorrow slips over me,
slow as sun in evening…
slightly lowers my listless stare.
Capturing my heavy eyes,
heaving as I kneel,
on that frozen lake by a frozen town
where the dust drifts, deterring a detached zodiac.

Wandering stars
can only dream of delusions, confusion—

the restless memories
drip into seamless shades of sleet,
sprinkling my unkempt heart with hesitancy—

on that spot where I lost you.

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