Cold Echos
Woke to cold,
then saw your coat—
a new day,
a new cope.
I stay in bed longer,
letting my thoughts wander—
oh, how they grow old.
Wake me,
take me,
make me new.
I need,
I want,
one last night with you.
Memories reflected on my face,
help me keep my time in space.
They remind me of whim,
and losses—and him.
So hold me,
show me,
know me through.
I need,
I want,
one last night with you.
Copyright © Lauren Wilson | Year Posted 2024
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