Caverns

I woke up to a day
cold and white
biting winds and an
angry glaring sun
pushing at me
precocious
inconsolable and
alone it yelled
from a white sky
I woke up to a day
without you…but
wasn’t alone
really
I saw you felt you
in small caves
caverns of pillows
down filled blankets
echoes of your scent
straining memory
directly connected
synapses firing
I had you here
without you here
and watching from
crevices, from creases
the day opened
cold and white
the sun crying against
icy balcony railings
against whistling
frigid winds
I wasn’t alone
in my white linen
treeless landscape
I had you here
the day
cold
and white
my skin warm
in caverns
of your memory.

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