Cold Air
It’s cold
Again.
I sit outside…
rivers flowing down my face
because I saw you and
Her
together.
I saw her in your
Bed.
I saw her in your
Arms.
I saw your
Smile.
I saw my jacket on you,
and
Her
Pressing up against it.
It’s cold
Again.
I close my eyes,
and breathe in the winter air
and all of sudden I feel
15 again.
I keep my eyes close,
I see you!
I see you walking towards me,
a glow in your eyes that I long for
Now.
I see you smiling at
Me.
I hear you say my name..
“Cari”
I reach out to you…
But all I feel is
Cold
Air
Again.
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