another post/poem about death
your icy feet drained my warmth away
and yet somehow i mistook the blood
pumping from your cold heart
as love
as caring
as compassion
as something meaningful
and now you are dead, suddenly and unexpected
but there was no funeral
no casket
no burial
no eulogy
just glimpses of your ghost
your cold heart
and memories of your icy feet draining my life away
I like these poems.
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