Cold winds bring recollections
winters past
good, bad, indifferent
friends here, friends now lost
Brisk air
thinking of desire
warm under quilts
skin against skin
Emptiness inside
wordlessness
no way to express
how you fit into my life
Lost
without you
and lost in you
needing words of comfort
The space is so hard to cross
chasms of trust
previous violations we project
onto those we now love
Only time heals
(if anything)
only love warms
if we give it a chance
Slut of the Cloth 
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