frost

frost flakes from the tips of grass
like skin from dry lips,
or paint from the walls of an abandoned building.
my soul echoes remorse,
an undead incarnate of what's happened
and what will happen.

snow trickles ever so slowly from the sky,
unique like each time our skin touched.
thinking about it gives me chills,
that spread through my skin like a crack in a frozen pond.

a bald eagle, stamped on a camp love letter
my CAPE COD, draped on over your shoulders
a signed poetry book, a beautiful madness
rocky road, scooped into a cone
a timeline of our relationship built, swiped left - delete
all frosted over

i miss you from 10 pm to 6 am,
when memories bounce around my brain,
and my world melts
you were my best friend,
and now you’re a stranger

i wake up to the same thing every morning.

frost.

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