if these twinkling merry nights slip through their fingers
long silk navy ribbons round evergreen
less than starry memories can hold in
or hold alive
it will be alright
tiny December palms hold fast
one hand at a time
to let go means just
letting go
will you remember? I beg will you
remember? but others hold memories in
places we cannot keep for ourselves
without wondering they are
too cinnamon steamed and warm bodied
to know why it matters to hold anything at all
why would they when
loss has never knotted them
it is alright
to stay right here instead of
retracing circles round faint
shadows stretching thinner
I hope they skate across many twilights
until a warm scent
a feeling unties
starry dreams
long silk ribbons round evergreen
just like December
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