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I dreaded this moment.

I thought, if I stayed out here,

the moment would melt like the

freshly fallen snow

from the night before.

I peered inside the clean window

and saw people milling about

in black attire.

The attire in direct contrast

with the newness of the snow.

I saw everyone,

save for one.

One whose absence felt

colder and more hollow

than the biting cold

out here.

Entering through that door,

a door I've entered many

times before,meant

 I'd finally have to let you go.

Let me linger here

just a little longer.

Let me breath in the

crisp air.

Let me smell the

clean of snow.

Let me remember you

just a lttle bit longer.

Magpie Tales