she - feeling (not quite) there enough

of snowflakes - of cold -
of dark (blistering dark)
an endless flow from you
to me (that does not start)
to here. to the stark (void)
empty room where we (more you)
can not see what is truely true:
loneliness - the thin layer of ice
between the moon and a path.
close the door, close the door

let us run out - let you run

out without me. empty -
but for snow flakes. falling
one snow flake. one snow flake
that defines loneliness
in the mass of sameness.

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