on stage muffled sound
like it
is in snow
i look outside my window
and see
the second snow
this year. echoes of
your acoustic guitar
flail
off the railings
and come back to me
afternoon passes
with me here,
chin up but eye
lashes
gray
as the clouds
i keep my heart posted
to the sky,
hoping you will
come again,
maybe three times this year,
and
make my eyes see
(or hear) cold
and
happy...
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