By: dcianci (School of Physics and Astronomy)
Competition Year: 2016
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Is there a word for that next cold breath when you briefly catch, out of the corner of your eye, someone you love being forgotten
and you let it go?
A crunch of snow from behind and the quiet brushing of powder from her hips;
A tired exhale -
One last vye for attention. I meet her gaze as the land splits.
And I let myself melt into the earth.
Without her.
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