Blanched with night

​When a blizzard falls,
​sometimes the mirror shatters.
​The sounds that blow down
your streets, become as
​bleak as the Manchester Moors.
​It’s all I can do to lift my eyelids.
​But I walk from wall to wall.
​Ugly feet, walking over the floor.
Until, I find you by a window-
as the spring rain falls.
Where would the earth be,
without you and me.

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