Discarded In Summer
Was I too much?
Too close?
Too heavy?
I still remember last winter
When your fingers clutched me
The dark mornings
When you couldn't let me go
I cradled you
In a cocoon of quiet warmth
I was the guardian of your shivers
And Now?
You toss me into the abyss
I lie waiting here in silence
Suffocating in mothballs
While the sun mocks me
But I know seas...
Wednesday 6th August 2025 5:26 pm
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