Missing You

MISSING YOU

I miss your hairfronds that
used to shine like my
bankrupt candle. My pockets
are as empty as your
voiceless womb which causes
the squirrels to seek shelter
in the frost. Now that
you are gone my windows are tinged
with vintage tears insipid
and grey. I miss
your gentle tongue of hair
and the violent candour
of your cheeks.

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