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Intently staring, starry eyed,

faraway into space,

waiting for the drizzle to end

off my cheeks,

how long has it been

since “then”?

It's snowing now.

Rather to face a tearful sky

I don’t wish

to become like the snow

before it‘s over;

to fly then to fall and scatter

as millions to the ground.

And will someone notice

even though I’ve never once

put them into words?

Like snow,

they keep accumulating quietly.

The feelings

swell up in my chest.

If there were

an eternally falling snow,

could it hide my feelings

for you

when you’re away?