There he is again……
It’s been a while since we last met.
What will we talk about this time around……
He sits down without a scrape,
The engine starts running.
This is all too familiar……
Just as he was falling asleep with the rest of the world……
I was coming alive.
Oh No! Not again, it begins!
The warmth creeps up around me……
This is the part where I die, again.
No conversation; No remorse, Nothing as I melt away.
Sincerely,
The Frost
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