seasons after seasons,
staring at your footprints.
those scars oh so frail to die,
piece by piece, the memories persist still,
the silence fading in.memories as sharp as shards,
stabbing with your warmth once i had.
regretting crushing me under the snow.
unlike my heart, fingers so numb,
craving to hold your warm ones in them.to never let you go.
like i did before.
— luce.this is written for a human very special to me. i hope you guys enjoy reading it.
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