/ .. words of the dead

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prompt: nepenthe

something that can make you forget grief or suffering

#writingclub

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It's not hard to

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the feel of your hand and mine—

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀frozen in the chill of December

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀oh, how I thought we were so divine.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Do I even want to forget?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I ask, burying myself in the worst of winter.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Without the light of a cigarette,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the answer I can finally disinter.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(Oh, you know what it is—

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀even I am not so cruel,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀not even to someone like myself.)