Comments (0) Issue 2, Poetry, Writing


By Ashley Puddester


Summer nights draw to a close and our glory days are done.

Leaves already changing, and soon winter has begun.

Warm, vibrant sun broke through the fog for one last day,

Until the absence of you sapped the magic away.

Hypothermic souls shiver: frostbitten, sickly blue,

The same shade of the fingertips on what used to be you.

The world keeps turning, but my heart won’t restart

Freezing in time stops it from tearing apart.


No room in my ice-heart for any more love,

No reason to not be apprehensive of

Storms brewing through an eternal December

Of all I have lost and all I remember.


No one has forgotten, and everyone still cares.

But they all have a life to live and I have mine to spare.

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