autumn nights

nothing burns the soul like
crisp autumn nights broken up
by yelps of laughter and soft reassurances

smoke drifts off a lit cigarette
burnt down and ash falls
on the tip of my shoe

one hope brings another, and they
fight to figure out
what it means to coexist

god i wish you were here
filling the empty space between
my bed and me

but in so many ways
you already fill that space
drown me in amber

tell me you care and i’ll
shape soft clay around us
in the shape of a hearth

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