and the folded love letters hidden in my pockets
are no longer enough.
the wind sticks to my teeth
and i cannot find warmth
she said soul mates happen regularly
because once in a lifetime
is cruel to tame hearts and lovely people
but i have searched
and all i stumble upon are wilted
reflections of her laughter
i still look for you
in me
-m.s.
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