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This poem is about love distant but not lost. It just attempts to tell things the way they were on that weekend and they way they mostly are still. She is an endless inspiration to me but I have no idea when I'll see her again. The poem probably also is about hope.
Cold But Still There
As white as the snow outside
and it kept us drinking
for three days,
our voices raw from smoking,
and singing old songs,
everybody both hunter and prey -
We knew our game well.
You've been there,
for you have lived as I have.
It's nothing new,
nothing that hasn't been done,
But despite everything,
you never left my mind,
even though you're
on the other side of the ocean.
On that winter weekend
the blizzards reigned outside -
a world based on
music cigarettes drugs screws
laughter friendship and haze.
But I only saw
your eyes green
as aurora borealis,
like an element of nature,
and would have murdered
for the touch of your hand on my cheek.
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