Frosted,
frosted by the fear
that someone sleeps alone, tonight,
unaware that they are loved...
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i love the imagery and the way that you express it good poem indeed thanks for sharing
The absence of a softly glowing ember that is prone to being fanned to a fire with a heart's desire... is a frosting all too common... and one that you dear poet will never own... A wonderful pen... once again!