It's colder: now, the time stands in it's limbo
And the motions continue but the heart stays in bed.
Bed, the last place I felt safe, your arms, your look, your eyes.
Your strength, your solidarity; it's chilly now, I've lost my coat.
I'm wandering, looking for you, up every street, around every corner.
Where are you? I've lost my right mitten; my hand is numb with confusion.
It was like a short ramp off a tremendous cliff, and, I wonder if I could have been better.
-KK
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