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Wires hanging reminiscent

Of autumn branches

With sad dead dead plugs,

Empty without their sockets.

Once a place of bustle and noise

Now the curtains rustle

With the forgotten motion of others

Not part of our world

You and I we stay

I hold your hand

Limp like a dormant thing

Still warm

Although there will be no awakening

For you when winter has passed.

Your gaze is full

Looking past me at stars unseen

I touch your forehead but

Feel a stranger in a forbidden

Place of rough cotton and hard seats

This was never you

You loved comfort, and the feel of the sun

Neon lights set no shadows or subtle

Light plays.

All is stark with no room to hide.

A cough turns in to a choke

And I hide my tears as I hold your hand

Until it cools

They come and take you.

Now it’s just me and the curtains

That whisper of a world beyond that I cannot enter quite yet.

So I sit surrounded by the limp

Leaves of forgotten wires

And I think about winter.