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Explain Yourself. 4/24/04
Was there something that I missed?
A willow whispered through the wind
Hushing the quiet of your name.
The drifting snow paints a picture of you.
In the blackness outside my window
I reach into the gray of the cold to touch your face.
To my dismay you melt in my hands
Traveling through the snow
Without a trace.
Late at night my soul travels
From my bed.
Into a realm that holds our love
Your voice circles around my head
Pulling my soul toward you above.
Your laughter
Your fingertips winding through my hair.
How can you tell me you love me
When in the morning I awake to reach for you
And you’re not there?
