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Come December

snow falls off the roof,
dropping like birds
stopped in mid-flight.
she sits in the chair
he made for her long ago,
imagining each one another year
gone
from her life.
her body is old now,
wrinkled and whithered
and growing weak and sore.
it's days like these
where she can look back
and see exactly that everything
was meant to be.
she can look back and know
that come next december,
she'll see him again.

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Written December 24th, 2005

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