winter

nothing remains of this
love but pain…
words cross violently,
whipping accusations
through the air in frenetic
fashion;
now just an emptiness
fills the silent space between
and dark clouds of reality
mar hearts that once
welcomed dawn with hope
for new days
darkness has stayed…
and the cold blow of winter
muscles in

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