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Oh, to know that you're not there

I am but frozen winter blind

And to know that you can't hear me

My tongue but numbs stiff and shy

For you are gone where I can't come

And warm my shiver-fretted bones

I am but a snowman

Neglecting and forgetting

Without a bit of love to blossom into spring

And bloom a sunrise upon a blisterine day

And as I raise my turtleneck up to my ears

I can walk without

The mosquito bite of fear

To know that time will tick and tell

To know that time will heal up and stitch

And time will melt the snowman into rain

To feed the sleeping grass

Until it's greener on the other side

And greener than my green-thumbed mind

Destined to create

With a ready soil to bear a new garden

And me to mend the stitches left behind