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I try to write but mind goes silent.

Been too quiet, far too long.

Snow has turned my fingers violet.

Missing you feels dumb and wrong. 

Walk with me to subway station. 

Talk to me as though you’re here. 

Trees will bloom in celebration

Of my hopes and thoughts and fears. 

But pretending has been harder

Since memories have disappeared.

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When I see white clouds on a midnight sky 

I think of you.

And I wish you could see them too.

I know we share the sun

And the moon

But I’d like to share my city too.