Slightly out of tune

In the cool of the morning

Open a bottle of last winter

The drone of traffic

Icy, black trees sway like the sea

Far from earth, a feral season

Dead winter grass

Clutching her winter fan

Dragging my knees

A sultry morning survives

As an empty shell

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Hold on, Goodbye

Hold on, you said.

If I knew where we were going

I’d lose my way.

Are we just the weight of memories?

I know what you’re trying to say,

The lost possibilities you still see.

And I’ll catch a cold, away

From your jar of hearts

But you already know,

So hold on, hold on,

The weight of fallen memories

Will keep us afloat

Away from Goodbye.