Eight days on…

the silence stretches,
hours have
turned to
days. dreamscapes
doting
skylines slowly
crystallizes.
clarity cracks
loudly.
trickling tears trail
truth
reiterated. reality –
soft snow showers –
becomes a blizzard
breaking bodies
broken by
love’s loss.

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