Ivy Mairi – Wintry City

Wintry city, snow but wet
forgone all those days that
forgave all that came and went.
Forgiven.

Wintry city, formed but bent
push on withered nerve ends
pull back from my old friends
and shiver.
This is not the last time.

By the fire, teenage gaze
thinking bout those old days
you called me a net-face

Wintry city, days spent
wondering where the day went
saying “I’ll get to it next”.
This is not the last time.

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