It's
been a year,
Since
last you held me,
My
loving heater,
Keeping
me warm through winter.
In my
dreams you
Laughed,
Giggled,
Cried.
And
when I couldn't sleep,
You
guided me through the night,
With
steps so elegantly unreal,
To your
frozen home.
Now the
cold rules,
Mutual
departure:
Night
for one,
Day for
another.
I hope
you like it there,
In the
land down below.
I like
my Mesopotamia,
Up in
the frozen mountains.
Now
when I can't sleep,
I lay
still,
And
practice patience,
Waiting
to explore another day.
There
are times I see you,
In
passersby,
Those
familiar strangers,
And in
beauty itself.
I miss
you,
From
how I only thought of you,
To our
silent bus rides,
And the
time spent walking together.
If you
were real,
All of
this might be touching.
I guess
you're with me now,
In the
womb of my mind.
The
muse who whispered me your name
Has
left though,
And I
bid her farewell,
As I
should have you.
-Zero
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