December 17th

December 17th short poem

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a white sheet covered the semi-permafrost,
steam formed a carpet over the delicate car windows,
the blue curtain in the sky, splattered with white bleach stains, the best kind,
the wanted kind,
as your name was dragged from the heavens down onto my phone screen,
i too felt like a white bleach stain,
once out of place and unwanted,
now beautiful and made the best of,
when you were among the horizon,
i was a stain,
the best kind,
the wanted kind,
when you left it,
dissapeared behind my blue curtain,
it turned to grey,
it began to pour large raindrops,
froze into ice,
january 1st,
i too disappeared behind a curtain,
a different kind,
the one your absence,
left behind.

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