by Jon Coe

Created on: October 13, 2008

There's a side of me, that is cold

chilling thoughts, of growing old

The snow falls on my lonely porch

icy stars reflect upon this burned out torch

Kindled within, there is a feeling

distant memories, initiate a distant healing

Inside of me, I think of someone dear

closer to me now, they are very clear

My heart is cracking, the ice, it melts

blood runs freely, between these welts

Warm tears, falling from my eyes

softening features, deep breath, full of sighs

There you are, after all these years

I never knew, you could forget those tears

My back is turned, toward this hearth that warms

I am sorry that I did not know, this love in many forms

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