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By wolfscreamer Date: 2004 Jan 25 Comment on this Work [[2004.01.25.14.01.24723]] |
| This week I lay on my bed in a foreign hotel staring at a tv that didn,t work,listening to a radio that spoke a language I didn,t understand but oddly played familiar songs.I stood on the balcony at midnight watching the snow fall silently and watched buses take couples home to places with unpronouncable names.It was cold standing there but the song on the radio made me want to stay outside and I found myself holding you in the chill night air,the snow landing on your hair and slowly melting,your breath making streams of cold mist passing lips softer than a kittens fur,eyes sparkling like a myriad of emeralds.You are long gone from my life but there have been mornings when I have woken up knowing I held you that night if only for a second,now it seems I take the memory of holding you wherever I go. |