my voice is without melody
and these words may not sound as poetic
as I press my forehead against the grey shaded
marking the glass as I feel its coldness
a relief to my heated thoughts
lately, I have paid more attention to
the way I breathe,
the beat of my heart
the way my skin feels tighter
as eyes lift up to see sharp wolf irises
in the translucent image
a flash in the sky of remembrances
things of a former life
reappear only in the back of my mind
I have lost count on days gone by
the weeks, months into years
and still a watcher from the inside
I've witnessed the leaves and flowers,
fall and bloom and fall again
trees stable in their ground
as its branches have grown
and I wait, for bloom of a new body
while my time of fall
lingers in the deep reflected image
of a wolf ghost waiting to fade
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