Winter babies and summer birthdays
An admission to our unspoken differences.
By Kali MailhotPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Ankush Minda on Unsplash
If I could describe
The resulting physical sensation
For The guilt I felt
For missing your annual celebration
Yes - The one I helped
Count for years.
It would be a cool, damp blanket
On the fire in my chest
For now I will forget
The lights of late nights, all laid to rest
The heat of the summer
Gone by mid June.
Damn, What a bummer.
Verily, soon
Will these many returns
Be the stamps of lost time
On letters made to burn.
But instead, we will find
As the embers lick our feet,
And that of crows lines
Around which our gazes meet,
We fill our hearts to content
With the contents of each letter.
We both smile and I relent,
“You only get better.”
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About the Creator
Kali Mailhot
hobby poet always looking for new things to write about.
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