linger on

are you here
where the blue light
illuminates your skin
you continue to glow
even after you dispense
what little merit is left
if the snowfall intensifies
it’ll bury what remains
surrounded by antiques
evermore the latter days
to reminisce on loss
when everything is covered
will it have mattered
what you sought out
collected for years
to admire for days end
or will you leave it all
just like it began
with nothing attached
just left to await
the honest coming
of deafening cold


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