Embers of December
I wondered as your fingers traced my cheek if it was because you smelled as I remembered him
If his remnants traced my body through your lips
And my soul exploded as if your mouth belonged to her and embers of September
His soul in your eyes shining forward
Her voice in your touch like a December wind holding my dismembered heart
Memory encumbers you beneath my bated breath
Breathing holds you suspended in this moment where you become three instead of one
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