nearly forgotten

not far from where i am sitting
ended the period of life before my first kiss
after that was a long slow walk
reflections off water the only light seen
lost minds with hearts
young and aware of exactly where they are
falling from the sky little touches of frosty white
only dripping water and crunching underfoot for sounds
refined breath and steaming cups
getting the feel for some hot stew weather
one long month away from
those bright moon nights under warm blankets
tasty hot chocolate and
everyone outside of this comfiness does not exist
nearby the glowing warmth of touch

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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