KOLN

Another sleepless night!
If this keeps up I'll waste
away to nothing but dust particles.
But then I would float up into the
atmosphere to commingle with moisture
as it prepares itself for a snowfall.

And on a wintry day, I could float down --
if I'm lucky, melt into your hair,
the fabric of your coat and
kiss your fingers as you try to brush me off,
and if the part of me that was my heart --
(I'm trembling)
I would lightly touch your lips as
you swallowed and I could get no
closer to you heart than this.

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