R.M. Dolin, December 1, 2023
The air I breathe no longer moves,
frozen by the very same sky creating
rings around the full moon casting
lost shadows on still falling snow with a clarity
that causes me to remember
the way your eyes reveal
a faraway light of forever,
while your touch betrays
the ember fire of long-ago passions.
In the silent December darkness,
every thought I have,
every sound I make, is stolen
by the heavy snow quickly covering
any trace of who I have become,
causing me to wonder where you are.
Background poem for the novel, “The Dangling Conversation.” Kyle grows manic as his senses his relationship with Nadia falling apart.
