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Pied Piper
Without meaning, emotion, in the chill of the wavering moment,
cold breath meets my skin.
From behind? Above? A panicked twirl leads me to nothing,
and yet, so fresh, is the feel of you.
I watch my breath dance on the air.
Drifting. Floating. Disperse.
Like a mouse to the piper my being is drawn to you.
A you I cannot find.
Do my empty words simply waft into nothing?
The call of your name swallowed by the winter gut.
And never again shall I hear the lullaby escape the grasp of your sweet lips.
No more. It's all, no more.
Like a dream, you came, your song oh so melodious.
Like a dream, you left, leaving a broken orchestra.
To the flute of the piper, I carry on.
On to my phantom love.
My everything.
The piper.
