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I will remember you in the Winter
When the last winds of Autumn's
September rains have come clean,
and swept the leaves away..
And there is no cause to think upon
Summer's fading rays…
I will remember you in the Winter
when the bitter chill has crept up
within my four reclusive walls,
And the last of my fire-light has dimmed,
your silhouette against the wall is not found there.
I will remember you in the Winter
when my frost-bitten fingers leave
words behind in the all-too-soon fallen night,
And you no longer wait to greet me,
nor do I hear your voice…
But I will not think of you in the spring-time,
for that is when my heart refuses to know…
All I have is the cold, and alone,
And this heart can no longer (or wishes to)
recall wherever you are now…
That is left to the winter.
-December 12th, 1998
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