Ghost of February
February feels like a ghost
breathing on my neck
reminding me of things
I'd rather bury
in the snow.
Yet ,even without closure
I am not going to run
from point A to B
just to find the answer
if all of this waiting
is worthy of Spring,
and even if sometimes
a message request
instantly shuffles
a sad Playlist,
I know
February
is the sky's love language,
it knows when to show up
as if it can read your mind.
©️Amsterdam
02.09.26
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