clear skies always lie
they ignore the rain that patters
against my face
and the wind that chills me
to the bone
and the clouds that shadow
every surface
as i sit here alone
you don’t answer me
when i call your name
have my seasons come between us
causing this wedge
your boots are right there
by my door
i can hear your footsteps
on the floor
as you walk the
snowy path out of my life
and i balance on the edge
a hurricane of desperation
brewing in my mind

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