The New Year


I sit in
the dark of my room
and contemplate
all the thoughts
of you

they are sunlight
gold and earth-warm
gone cold
in my arms and in
my mind’s eye

all the thoughts
of you, they
used to hold me down
and anchored
but now

I am lost


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