Snowfall
Weeks have gone since the break.
Weak enough, I feel it was fake.
Still I wonder if I'm dreaming
Steel myself from your eyes gleaming.
You said it was nothing.
I knew there was something.
Though we were close, we were always too far.
Trying to help you, I lost it all.
You, in the back of his car.
Me. Watching the Snow fall.
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