it is cold in the room
but colder in my heart
and I purposely refuse to jacket myself.
no platitudes or gratitudes can warm me now.
nor even my trusty Milo.
deep and cold melancholy as I face
for the first time, maybe
the realization that the road ahead of me is long
dark and lonely.
the woods are lovely, dark and deep / but i have promises to keep / and miles to go before i sleep / and miles to go before i sleep
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