It's Colder Here Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

It's Colder Here



I miss waking to alarms many times snoozed,
To give us a few more minutes to share.
You'd pull me from bed, kiss my lips, and murmur:
'The day awaits.'
It has been two years and the days wait no longer.
I left.

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