Return to Archive Poem by: Kyle Holcombe Poem: jennifer so you're turning again and the air is getting colder we wonder if the snow comes next falling like ash from vesuvius or chalk from your heart's blackboard everything sits in its place neatly ordered in a blurry distance no feeling anymore, just dullness dusty dullness of nothing that was something maybe long ago when someone was there memories rust, dreams fall away but your room: the same, always noble, important, charismatic, maybe a mirror of what you might have been but i can't remember