so cold winds carried me off
along with purple leaf explosions
and golden dreams
while you stayed behind
in the soft grass of the past
sipping your spirits,
pretending i was still there.
in the winter
i’ll light a candle
for the dead or the dying,
and listen to the wind
whisper your name.
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