Bob poetry


We stand here
      like the skeletons of trees
      that have long forgotten their flesh.
Our words fall out of our mouths
      shaped in the cold air
      trying to tie us together for warmth
   but the emotions dissipate
      with our breath.
We used to go
   to feel the comfort of each other
   but we no longer
      have an inside to go to.
Eventually we will accept this
   and stop trying to link our words
   and finally let the biting North wind
      that has howled around us all season
   take control
      and push our lives apart.

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