White glides through a bitter breeze
and I see you-
a silhouette without a hue.
I paint my lips with roses,
fire, rubies.
Staring far ahead into dull streets,
your azure eyes
survey the scene-
fading into gray lines, shapeless and clouded
in the air of December.
I still recall your blushed skin as we touched.
It pales with the falling snow.
We can only hope
to repaint our dreams, ignite the flame,
but weve lost almost everything.
Watching as you pass I know
our promises were all hollow.
Heavy snow erases the sky-
blurs my lips, hides your eyes-
and we lose almost everything.















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