Cold memories
With stinging sharpness
Cold brings back memories of you
Leaches from my frozen lips, heart
Warmth, moisture, last of my resolve
Squirreled away for these long, cold winters
Leaving behind tears in stung eyes
And yet , as I let go these memories
Accept their past tense
Somewhere deep within flares gratitude
For their presence, for their having been
To warm my heart , insulate
Against the bitter cold loneliness of today.
--shubha
With stinging sharpness
Cold brings back memories of you
Leaches from my frozen lips, heart
Warmth, moisture, last of my resolve
Squirreled away for these long, cold winters
Leaving behind tears in stung eyes
And yet , as I let go these memories
Accept their past tense
Somewhere deep within flares gratitude
For their presence, for their having been
To warm my heart , insulate
Against the bitter cold loneliness of today.
--shubha
P.S. this poem came to me in response to a prompt, winter memories on a poetry group
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