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[wistfuljen]

its snowing and
my heart is weeping,
i know you think it's
just beating,
it's a thump. thump. thump.
no, it's an
ache. ache. ache.
I still taste you
on my tongue,
bitter and stinging
as blinding, sideways snow
I'm out here
and tasting you
even though it hurts.
I'll hold you in a cup
and cradle you in a spoon
and you still hurt me.
I'll put you in a bowl
and taste you slow
and you still hurt me.
Maybe I was never ready for you?
I still love, love you.