Self

In winters cold I found you
lost too long among the seasons
thin cold crystal dawn, you arrived
frost drawn breath revealed you

Our parting of ways now healed
belie the part of me I have denied
your face, my face, changed by the years
my past and present self now healed

Stoic Poetry

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