Arc

The sky is clear.
That's what allowed the cold snapĀ
To roll inĀ
If I knocked my right handĀ
I was reminded it was broken.
Winter this yearĀ
Was much lonelier than passed winters.
Had I grown older?
Certainly life spares me growing moreĀ
Cold blooded;
I began to understandĀ
Reflections in the water.
Still as the years go on
Books go unread, my hairĀ
A bigger mess,
The cold not helping to get out of bed.
No infections of the heart like loveĀ
To speak of ----
Not any attachments.
Rather greater understanding of howĀ
Life isĀ
Becomes the arc of coming backĀ
To how onceĀ
I used to draw myself inĀ

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Comments
Where do I start?
'No infections of the heart like love
To speak of'... and last 3 lines
Unique and perfect x