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fadeher eyes are frost on the greenhouse windows,fade by ka-jana
summer trapped behind a memory;
tainted by winter.
they’ll stare forever, even after he reaches to close them.
a beacon in our minds
marking a potential unmet.
we’ll always be able to find it.
when we despair, we’ll seek it out
and life will be so small
and a hand I held,
but her fingers catch mine in the night
when the mind seeks to torture.
a shoulder in my side
cardboard in a velveteen gown.
she was so stiff
even as she whispered
those childish lullabies.
the photo on the fridge:
she was autumn in the sunlight
but new as the scrapes on our knees.
scars, her only legacy,
and they too fade
even if they never heal.