Fragments

A Half Truth

The air is relentless in its moving

In it’s rushing by

Can you see why we’re cold?

Because we never stop

When you run out of breath

When you are forced to stop.

When I hurt too much to run

That is when we’re warm.

The air stops swirling around

And for a moment

All is calm

There is no fear

Only warmth.

Then the wind remembers

The breeze continues on its pilgrimage to find what can’t be found by going

And you move

And I move

We are gone

Swallowed perpetually by the cold

Two “I”s

Separated by this blizzard without snow

But no one would ever know

No one would ever know.

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     I wrote this back in February, found it today, and thought it was worth a post, especially as I am so unfaithful to you all.