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Denise Lee

Winter Evening

That one day in the middle of winter

When people looked outside of their frosted windows

And watch as the warmth of the sun overlay the bare trees

And the neighborhood is full of noises from their silences.

Later that day, the setting sky looked like a box of paints

Through which the color orange starts to stain the pale blue,

Spreading so delicately.

All day, I’ve kept trying to put up a fight,

Offering chances to break loose from him.

He kept passing them like strangers in a crowd he was used to walking by.

Sometimes when he makes me cry, I wonder about how

the satisfaction and happiness from his thoughts are part

of the tears that fall so slowly, down the rim of my eyes,

Sometimes I think about my family,

My shattering history with boys

I can feel the roots of pain

Tearing, destroying my heart

And wanting to let myself to have a chance to

Walk away, and not turn back

So we lay on the wooden floor,

Promises broken, wasted on me

Persuaded that everything has turned into nothing

While through the empty windows come

A new day for a beautiful disaster.