threnody for what’s left of you
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February again &
i want the sound grief makes
when it’s listening.
i want to make new colors of it.
February again & i want to smear
all this muted light,
all the pale weather.
i want the world
warm around us again.
February again &
i want to release
a million tiny moths
from my cupped hands
into a spreading sunset.
i want to see glitter-wings
a glinted elegance.
February again &
i want you preserved
in something gold
& beating