A Girl Gone in Winter

Sweet release,

last breath of a

perilous struggle 

of fourteen winters.

 

A jar of candy lay

on her bedside,

The lid open,

as I wait for her.

But it was too bitter

for her sweet tooth,

so the window of my cabin

stayed open this frozen winter.

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