In Self-Providing Warmth
She sat like an angel, a golden
halo floating above her head.
Flowing locks ran down her back, black
like the blanket surrounding her,
devouring her in its hold.
It was such a comfort to a lone and stranded soul like hers
that he could never provide, for to her
his warmth was something, no longer,
that she believed she could truly confide in.
She Used to Teach Him Love
Her name was the sound he sent
through to the stars each night in
hopes she’d hear how he’s missed her.
This one last lesson of proclaiming a love
straight up towards the moonlit sky
would forever be stored inside his memory, as if
she was still there to whisper the words to him
instead of leaving the voice she left in his recollection
to tell him so instead.