South Side Of Love


He peeks through

powdered curtains

sprinkled in dust

fairies left behind in haste,

to discover futures

he will never know.

Imagine snow without

a blanket of white dreams

or rain


the morning after dew,

there you will find him

cuddled inside the cold

of lonely

soaked in dry leaves

of sunshine,

without the light of day

casting shadows

to lead him past the regret.

On the inside,


looking in,

dirty panes shielding

filthy lies

he told himself long ago,

that love was a mountain,

he was a climber.

Imagine a man

who leaves his boots

behind powdered curtains

where he got his feet wet

the night before

in dry snow

Now imagine him trying to climb that mountain...

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