Bleak as all the moments strung together seem to me. Alone to pull the seams apart and stitch a patchwork future of the ragged little scraps that fall from where your breath should be.

Silver for the eyes I watched give way to dusk for daylight; for warmth I’ll purl the grey from fall to call your auburn hair.

For cold is what I’ll make of all the moments I remember, from the fraying threads of winters that you left me here to bear.

#Melbourne #Australia

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