Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

Taciturn Librettos from a Stranger


This love within me still burns everything I touch.
Despite, I ran away slowly, my breath was crisp like an apple.
My tongue lay stiff from your cold that I was inhaling.
This same aloofness, I blew back your way,
Along with more taciturn librettos from a stranger I venerate still,
This time, it is me, who has my arm out to maintain this,
Gap you created between us.
Even though, my sense is still full of you.
We part again.

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