MEMORY
My memory of you is like snow.
You left your tracks in it.
Your footsteps pepper the frozen fields.
This ice covers the flowers,
but your footsteps remain.
I follow them, but they never lead me to you.
The snow never melts.
If it did, I would lose you forever.
I pray for the winter to stay.
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