Between two friends in hushed winter’s air?
Do you then feel content on letting flutter by
The moments that were here and now are there?
If I could only take your hand for a second
Without feeling venomous and uncouth,
Then I would act on visions previously reckoned,
And breathlessly play in the spring of my youth.
Do I as you know what it means to value
Someone sincere over clothes white as snow?
Will I as you find a better way through
The binding loneliness that will someday go?
Do you as myself spindle the most convenient lie,
Or have you as I learned to let something special die.
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