This, a Little Fiction
This, a little fiction
tested
You and I
Not we.
Like crows
other watching
other
But I was sure
You had the name of
Someone
I loved .
Frost clung
To your air
As Furtive
Words
Saints and angels
Fell
from your mouth
Climbing Along
Dusty fault lines
to where
the heart draws
trauma
And
My body
Winter
At that moment
In one breath
I lost nothing
I lost everything.
Copyright © Tomas Vincent Marra | Year Posted 2017
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