Now that the days are stuffy and short
a lot colder feels my heart
I try and make myself look up
to find a ray of hope
Some pollen lost in the air
shines bright like stars in there
the delusion of grandeur, I wish,
a mirage that would help me cope
This room sees me pacing the wall
checking if it's actually gotten small
All I get is what i already know
the space beyond my scope.
Our cold distant dry phase of just being,
when will this end? I try to search, without seeing
and the boundless emotions flow,
the tears in my eyes, a tightrope.
I count our warm embraces missed
and all those hugs left unkissed
breathless, I hold myself from slipping
because that's a familiar slope
Then my rusty musky old cabinet
stops the charade of being inanimate
She opens up her arms and out goes
a loverly woolen envelope
with deep longing for the clear blue skies
in my heart, and well, my puffy eyes
I hold it close to my chest and right away,
I recap our summer bioscope
That fluffy softness like moonlight
has the smell that just feels right
I curl up with your sweater and now
I can, finally, breathe through the periscope
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