napping in the graveyard

and as the winter falls
it feels unusually lonely here today
my breasts swell with love it cannot give
with sadness it cannot explain

there have been many visits
much colder, windier, snowier than this
but this afternoon my feet shiver
and shift uncomfortably on the frozen floor

“where are you, where are you, my sweet girl?”
i ache into the air
but she does not return my call

there is only silence covering the graveyard
and even the stirrings in my heart
cannot wake her voice to mine

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