The wind howls
in the long hours
as a falling day
leaves me by
the open door
new cold creeps
into these walls
with lingering sun
deep in my pores.
A passing sound
a deep sigh
a million memories
fill my eyes
the wine still wet
and red
upon my thigh.
Around the corner
take a look
there's the star
the loving arm
feel the most
of what is close
and leave the woes
behind the rose.
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