Bench of Dreams
I feel a chill pouring between the lies
where once we huddled in forevers...
I hold your escaping breath ~ and warm it
until it allows my own dreams to breathe.
Then, like a sigh on a frosty pane,
and the scribbled message therein,
it all slowly melts away
like a March snow into the river's tears...
Written March 18, 2026 for Nette Onclaud's
Musings on a Bench Contest
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