Sunken without you. Tears of ice fall to the dry
ground, tear ducts frozen over, a thaw yet to
commence, slippery and cold to the touch too.
Stealthily skidding along the path near the sty.
In silent gratitude, the frost faces the back of
the wall, ever present amongst paving stones.
A facade so cold feels better times, bemoans
a cold so near, confidence swells, bubbles love.
Mistaken place names close to home, am I lost
in a wilderness without you, have you become
a dwelling of fairies, my dearest warmest chum,
over roads of dirt, dust, paths seldom crossed?
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