Sophia Le Fraga – Poetry

BERLIN RELFECTIONS

The only time I felt
that I was needed back
home was when you called
me white cheeked crying.
I wanted to say come over I
will make you warm. If
only New York didn’t remind
me so much of me,
I might think to go
back sooner. For now I
would rather watch Berlin’s frigid
cold where feeling that I
can’t feel my face means
that maybe it can’t feel me.
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