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Billowy white powder

Dusting my face.

“It’s snowing” I said,

And you pushed off, down the mountain.

Until that moment I had been

Holding my own keeping up with you;

Keeping secrets, holding my breath

A game of wait and see if you dump me

When you know the truth.

I lost you in the moguls

And have avoided them ever since.

Around the bend, half way down

From chair lift number three,

Steep, smooth mountain, mogul-free,

You were waiting for me.

You smiled The Smile

that melted fear

into something that existed before I met you.

I closed my eyes and 34 years

Passed in one night.

“My fears have been realized”

I said last night.

You promised through choked back tears

To wait for me

There in the snow bank,

Half way down from

Chair lift number three.

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Comment by Snow (Jan) on June 1, 2015 at 7:55am

Beautifully written, Thank you for sharing.

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