thaw

somewhere
between the wind
and
shadow,
and
echoing triumphant
against the distance to my heart,
my name rings out,
in a voice that was once my own.

i
close
my
eyes to drift
closer,
and
sink further
into
the shadow of my song.

a soft smile slips:
scorched pleasure,
kindled in fear.

and I whisper back,
hello.

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Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on May 19, 2021.