last year
winter was softer,
easier...
you and I
were just you and I
walking across the street
from the church
your coat with fur hood
was white
all I saw though
was your brown eyes
the breath of your words
hung like morning frost
like unique snowflakes
that only I could see
could hear...
I seldom see you now
I am not impervious
to the cold
any longer
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