'This Is Cold Air In A Room, And It Hasn't Left'

[Listening to: 'September Come Take This Heart Away' by Carissa's Weird]

He held your hand tight,
and with a quick turn: smothered
you in his embrace.

He used to be bright;
I once held him too, and cried.
I said, 'I am blessed.'

But today I read:
someone like him, perhaps him:
cut off his wings; fell.

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