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Chilly Whispers

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It was always cold this time of year.
But
his warmth was
contagious


Peaceful

Sitting down on a wooden bench
worn down to the grain.
He slipped his hand in mine, a perfect fit,
and shared his warmth with me.

Only.

Me



and then


Another breath lost to the wind.
Another heart beat singing my song.
softly
drawing my spirit closer

No snow flake could touch us now.


and

still



Peaceful


A hand pulls away
brushing a raindrop from my cheek.
a lost kiss from my lips.
Then it falls

Softly like....



"How long?"
I whisper to his warmth
"How long?"

The song stills, the chill replies.
I search for the warmth within

No warmth

No life



Peaceful
I wrote this for a contest with the prompt
'Something sad'

I shouldn't write so late at night.
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