Salt

Fingers drift away in the fog,

Air in the lungs has frozen;

Words I want to say

Are scratching the throat,

Making me spit icicles.

Unnecessarily nostalgic,

I shower your shoulder

With salt.

I feel my flesh

Fall apart and

Evaporate.

Hold the hand that

You cannot see anymore;

I am the air

That you inhale

When you cry over me.

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