I awoke this morning cold and alone with thoughts of you.
My heart is buried deep within your apparel and I inhale you deeply.
Bukowski chuckles and I weep in the absence of your arms.
Do not forget me in your beautiful fallen leaves.
The leaves around me cling to their branches, they are extracting the last bit of life out of the fall.
They are fleeing from the cognition of cold unable to embrace the frost.
I welcome change and the return of you.
Bare the cold on your back return to me with gusts of snow.
No matter what the weather I am warm in your arms.
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