i bundle myself in the
arms of mist. i have a
faded scarf with
your smell in it.
did you leave the scarf
knowing I’d sniff it
almost endearingly?
that scent
that takes my mind back
to the times
that come back
with a sense of loss.
when I was living
besides the calm waves
and the arms of summer
trapped me in the
scorching lullabies of
your every breath.
somehow the seasons
have lost their way
and forgotten to call out
your name. my raw heart
beats against the fog
and this city cries
for a lost loss.
you will be here. and your
name will keep on
unifying the wait.
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