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That Lost Winter
A Poem
the flurries fall down, down, down
like a quiet outpouring of emotion,
like hushed applause across a crowd,
like a soft gasp of breath before a kiss.
the place is still the same,
just like you left it,
and I’m trying to grapple with
what it’s like to miss you.
the snow builds and builds and builds
till everything I see outside is white noise,
and there were so many times I wondered
if we’d be trapped, never to be heard again.
but it’s silly, isn’t it,
that I’m thinking of you
and wishing that maybe
things had gone different?
the fireplace crackles, simmers, sparks —
and I remember nights just like these
when we’d cuddle under blankets
and whisper secrets until morning.
the truth is I still don’t know
what it’s like to be alone
when you were always there,
just one touch away from me.
