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Winter looms, memories lost.

 

Flakes of snow land in my hair. Nesting like the foam on yesterday’s cappuccino.

Cold air breathes around me. Steal scissors slicing my face without a wound to show.

Crunching heels, but only two, walk back home from another day’s day dreaming.

Dark nights loom and while I sit in the warming glow, frost still surrounds me.

Doorbell rings, I still sit in silence. Phone rings, I don’t pick up.

Curtains drawn but though the sparkled iced windows I can see the milky moon gazing down.

Checking the dented clock you once bought me, I see its way past my bedtime.

 

Another layer of plastic lip gloss to fix my smile, hiding my memories of you.

Pink iced lips smile, emerald green eyes remain unspoken.

Another day, another dollar, another memory missed.

◄ Untitled - By Naomi Hefter

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Ged Thompson

Mon 30th Sep 2013 02:33

I loved that line too as Nigel stated it really stood out. Great poem X

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Nigel Astell

Wed 16th Jan 2013 12:24

Just read Winter Looms and like steal scissors slicing my face without a wound to show the whole poem reveals your true feelings in the memories shown.

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