Below Warm

 

 

No one said

It would be easy,

No one thought

It would be mild,

Yet no one guessed

It would be as crazy,

As being lost

Deep in the wild,

When she left

The sun seemed

Dimmer,

The stars

The moon

Lost their charm,

As he spoke

His coffee shivered,

From very hot

To below warm.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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