Winter And You…


Most oft than not,
I think of you, a lot.
When the winter comes
When the cold wraps me
I wonder where you will be
The way you were there,
Far apart, yet near.
A single touch,
A peck on cheek
A light embrace,
Warmth running deep
I keep dreaming of it
All the time.
You see,against me,
It’s my biggest crime
Each gush of memory,
Stronger by night.
I plunge under,
Without a fight.
I’m blue,it’s true…..
I’m sick and tired of memories of You!

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