Our Winter Remains

A poem for: the questions in broken bonds.

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Our Winter Remains
by Kristine Neeley

Bond that builds 
in black night 
of womb.
Thrum of hearts 
with dream-like mistakes
made in haste.

Sleepy fingers curl 
beneath cleft,
clenching chest.
Did we share
these sacred, stolen 
moments?
Study diamonds scattered
along curve
of moon?

I cannot recall
the warmth
of you
that lives 
in constellations
uncharted.

Burned out stars,
your trails,
like black holes
swallowing 
the questions that course 
through veins
until they still
with hard-won wonder
at the gift
long forsaken.

Mirrored faces smile
in dim light
of morning,
while cherry blossoms
snow in spring wind,
giving way to
green leaf's march.

Ever, the seasons turn,
but our winter 
remains.

Photo by Neeraj Pramanik on Unsplash

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