The clouds trickle their grayness into my blood,
and everything becomes commonly uncommon.
The air pricks my skin and makes my bones hurt
with cold.
It’s cold without you
and I haven’t learned how it’s with you yet
If ever.
Nowhere.
That is where I’m going
And I have all the options, and all the opportunities are mine,
and I can have anything I want
Except I don’t.
You I can’t have yet
If ever.
Immobile. My fingers rest onto my immobile heart.
Forgetting and wishing to relive
I search and find you distant
more and more each day
as if we didn’t exist once upon a time
If ever.
Photo by Woolf83
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