I’ve nothing

It’s snowing outside
and there’s nothing
here. You said we could

share, you said the snow
would hold itself high
above the city. Back

then you said a lot of things,
and I held them like spun
glass pears pulled

from midnight blooming
trees. There I go, turning
you into a fairy tale

again. I was never
disappointed when you couldn’t
live up to the fantasy,

but you were, and that
is why you are not here
tonight to stay warm.

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