a poem by matt ⭒ may 22, 2026
the late-spring chill drifting by
silently in bedroom air tonight
takes me back to colder times
the winter of 2025
when the future was uncertain
the past further out of reach
and I sat under the curtains
pondering the hastiness of life
how three years had gone by
in the blink of a tear-stained eye
as I chased stars and burned in their light
but in the end I still survived
yet I miss that wintry stress today
in some nostalgic kind of way
while I now see daylight (and only daylight)
I would still love a gray sky.
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