Forever Winter

ďNo one ever told me that grief felt so like fearĒ - C.S. Lewis

Letís keep our rooms cold
Inside this house of old
I donít want to clean up
Let the candles do the work
And my journal take the hurt instead

Letís keep the front door locked
Nobody knock
Thereís nothing left inside
But four walls of rotting wood
Unswept floors and tangled curtains
Dirty dishes
And a scent buried in perfume

Autumn foliage takes hold
Outside this house of mold
This skull of mine aching
From the stench thatís baking
The wicks are dimming
Forever winter is coming

So let the season do the work

Cover first, with leaves
Keep her cold with maple breeze
Paint her skin the shade of snow
But keep her lips cranberry

And never tell spring.
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