We are sitting together
We are sitting together on a bench, you and I
In my dreams, when you appear there, we are often doing just that
But I'm awake now looking out my back window
Tiny snowflakes are rushing sideways
Soon this brown grass will be green again
Time has never been our ally (nor place, for that matter)
Distance that is in such sharp contrast to what is truly between us
The clamor of the morning has begun.
I sit a moment longer here, watching the snow
It is no longer flying
Just tumbling by.
The hand holding dream is fading.
The more I reach for it, the farther it seems.
One day...I attempt to console myself.
I get up and touch the glass.
A snowflake melts on the other side.
Poetry by Gretchen Hunter
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Written on 2009-12-04 at 19:55
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