it all comes down sometime.

Snow sleeps on my lashes
softly until the warm
of my skin melts it
away to tears.

They don’t need
to be explained,
today anyway.

My heart is just as tender
as the day you’d gone
and my arms just as lonely.

The white is what I imagine
it to be where you are.

Winter will never be as beautiful again.

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