prompt: wanting to be in loveMature

I remember how cold everything was after you left, how numb.
This is the tundra I’ve made a home but at night the frore is too much, 
my body threatens to splinter and I am tired of the silence 
more than anything.  I pass strangers and fall in love, 
watch the slow upward tilt to their mouths when they smile, 
see the warmth lighting up their eyes.  I imagine everything 
but there is always distance, always a layer of frost on the glass.  
I’m always looking in.  

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