through years of looking sad;
I looked and looked to find the one
who'd fit the dreams I had.
I thought that I had found him,
though it's not his to know,
that after seeing all he had
there was more warmth in snow.
© Julianne Carlile
2010
Why does he not want to see me? Is it all a game? For when I saw him the last time ---Wait, the rain... Maybe he wasn't kind to me...
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