short loss

i don’t recall
a quiet evening
sitting by the window
looking out onto the street
as snow gently fell
collecting on parked cars
garbage cans
turned over recycling bins
with you
attached to my arm
a coffee in your free hand
a red sweater that smelt of smoke
with the flicker
of a small candle by the sill
the only light in the dark den
our breath held
to listen to the ambience
of the ongoing storm
when the phone rang
to take us apart
to break you
into tears
leaving through the side door
running down the street
the storm gathering intensity
as the candle disappated
before being exhumed
while my eyes followed you
until you were lost in the blizzard
for good
if i recall


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