The cold air 
It brings a sense of doom
Heaviness in my lungs
Imminent thoughts of you
The loss’ and the treasures 
And the picture in my mind
Remains of you in the kitchen 
Covered in sadness and anger
Comes back from time to time 
As I look up from the floor 
I felt so safe. In the middle of a war 
In the eye of the storm
And I wasn’t running away

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