sometimes when it's chilly out,
i can see my own breath form a cloud of
warmth before the cold breathes
it back in.
then I look up at the stars,
and somehow I feel closer to you.
as if I can hear your warm, crisp voice whisper in my ear
"i'll never be over you"
as if you're right next to me,
planting small little seeds
that'll make my love for you grow.

(as if that's possible. )

- l.m.

The End

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