Indigo Lights

Wait inside my mind
in capital sin.
Find warmth in stories of bliss
of where we’ve been.

And I’ll be here,
but I never left
these solitary walls,
wholly bereft

of that part of me
I forgot a long time ago.
Faded like that memory
of a February snow

on an important day
I shouldn’t disregard
when the chills turned paranoid,
making everything twice as hard.

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