This winter, the Sun drew far
away from the Earth; drew me
away from you.
The season arrived with coconut oil
freezing in the plastic bottle; the skin
longing for the affection of the Sun.
The day passes by and the night
gets colder; a fire is lit to kill time
and to kill the cold;
to burn the letters
locked for months in my wooden drawer –
void of your signature of acceptance.
Art by Desiree Bernhard