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Treacherous and lonely

I’ve grown accustomed to the cold

here in the dark emptiness

I’m waiting on you. 

I’ve catalogued and counted

going through all my feelings

perhaps I’ve been rewarded

with nothing more than

a soft and precious whisper. 

Cupped and curled in a way

here in the early summer dew

I swear it can’t be helped 

but to truly smile

when I see you.