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We met up for coffee

as the snow started falling,

warmth in our hearts

and a morning just talking.

I reached for your hand

and you opened it up to mine.

The shivers of outside

found their way to our spines.

We left them behind,

anonymous strangers in shelter,

we found our way home

with our names in red letters.

We kissed so so softly,

kicked off our shoes by the door,

and we found our ecstasy

lying entwined on the floor.

I woke up the next day,

you weren’t there beside me,

and I looked everywhere

but just your shadow I could see.

The snow started falling,

piling up outside my window,

and the coldness came in

when I wondered where did you go?

And I’m still searching for this lost part of me,

this art of me, this masterpiece that was and will always be you.

Come back to me and prove you were not just a vision,

not just a dream one night, a lonely little night I shrunk instead of grew.

My hand’s wide open ready for yours to hold,

come back from the cold, appearing and vanishing in the still of the blue.