Warm Fronts From Our Past

Tears on edge

unsure of how to feel,

mind replaying memories

I know I shouldn’t be reflecting on,

but they sneak in

between the wishes of reality to change

my logic tells me to shift my focus

yet my mind rebels

replaying our time at the beach

at sunset

when the skies changed colors

like magic before our eyes –

I feel stuck

leaning towards hysteria

as the cold temperature of my soul

gets hit by warm fronts

from our past

-POE(MS)

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