by Linda M. Crate
the snow fell last night
nate drove me home
found myself
thinking of you and me
as he drove me home
drawing words
out of me
like me he can't take the
silence
has to fill the void,
and it's so refreshing being
the quiet one for once,
i didn't mind his voice
because while his
is coarser than yours it
was soothing
more so than the memories
of us
etching their wings into the
leaves
blowing your fragrance over me;
remember when the
snow fell
you used to walk me home we'd
freeze just to talk
to one another?
yeah, as much as it hurts
to think of you, i
miss those moments
of dreaming with you.
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