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You stare at me with diluted recognition. Your smiles are small and your affection opaque. Although it is warm out, and we are surrounded by greenery, I imagine you standing in the snow.
Each tightlipped acknowledgment a slight crack in the winter. But still I struggle to find spring.
You reach out only to push me away.
Yet still I linger by your side, longing to feel your touch.
My calls cannot break your frosted walls. My tears cannot move you.
What can mere ghosts do to the living? But inspire shadows of remorse, whispers of regret.
I cannot reach your winter. I cannot find your spring.
I’ll look again when the sun is up and we have left this night behind.
I’ll find your spring.
And if I can't I'll give you mine.
Each tightlipped acknowledgment a slight crack in the winter. But still I struggle to find spring.
You reach out only to push me away.
Yet still I linger by your side, longing to feel your touch.
My calls cannot break your frosted walls. My tears cannot move you.
What can mere ghosts do to the living? But inspire shadows of remorse, whispers of regret.
I cannot reach your winter. I cannot find your spring.
I’ll look again when the sun is up and we have left this night behind.
I’ll find your spring.
And if I can't I'll give you mine.