Withdrawal Syndrome

One cold night of December,
that shivering cold really hits me.
I stood still on the furnace
there I saw me reminiscing you
with eyes full of love.
one hot day in August,
that balmy sun-kissed weather suffocated me;
I soaked in an ice-cold bathtub.
there I saw you, in my dreams, caressing someone else.
Since then
my eyes fell out of sight.

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