My feet kind of burn
from stepping into the snow
just to see if it would hurt
and how it reminded me
that I am still awake
at one-twenty-one am
to write you a song
so that I could say
that your kiss
reminds me of summer rain
drops of water on my lips
a steady stream
that never seems to end
a steady beat of thunder
behind the rain
a whisper of breath
between our fingers
how your eyes
remind me of spring
beams of warmth on my skin
the feeling of wind
to follow it up
and these reminders
are enough to get me by
because I know
that I will feel your lips
and see your eyes again
but it cannot come
soon enough

The End

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