Against the Winter Dark

Closing the curtains against the winter dark

Cool clink of ice in glass. A bitter slice of separation.

Cooler chilled consolation.

Kidding myself there’s no problem in hiding the missing-you

Deep within a heavy crystal comforter.

Possibly a little too much

Probably more than is good for me.

But it is here, and you are not

And tonight I need a friend.

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