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Snow
warm in the cold
thought you might like to know
what I will be
a liar to deny the frills of winter
frozen heart I walk alone
desolate streets, Christmas trees
you should have been here
I know you’d love it
with me you won’t
snow falling on the head
shrug it off shoulder blades
catch the rain before it drops
sitting here
temporarily
on a creaky wooden bench
reminded me of
how you’d glare at everyone
the pretty and the old
if there is something I can take from this
is a memory of a call
your voice - crisp and inconsiderate
shot through the chill air
plans for the summer, the need to get warmer
to end it all
