Snow across my bed there is no ease to pain,
In my ears are the memories of your voice a quiet rain,
Our path our hopes a missed train,
At night this heart yearns for your pillow,
These cold blankets lifeless without your eyes that glow,
I rest in beats here, my heart forgetting your rhythm,
I own nothing of you now,
Yet owe half of everything to you,
My hands clasped up to my forehead I pray,
I’m a fool, silly fool for you;
This June, I wish I was your only tune,
I let go of you, this kiss for you, this list for you,
This gentle music is all I can give to you now.
Our world may be ending,
But I’m hoping to see you one day smiling.
-Claire 6.6.24
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