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Mar 2013
I see snow melting,
big pools of water in the street,
birds in the trees,
buds on the branches,
I hear birds chirping,
kids playing,
people going on walks,
I feel the warmth of the sun on my face,
unfortunately the warmth is only skin deep,
my heart is still stuck in winter,
there's no warmth there,
maybe It's because I can't enjoy this spring with you,
maybe it's due to my depression,
my only desire is for an internal seasonal change,
I want to watch the snow melt with you,
I want to see big pools of water in the streets with you,
I want to see birds in the trees with you,
I want to see buds on the branches with you,
I want to hear birds chirping with you,
I want to see our kid playing with you,
I want to go on walks with you,
I want to feel the warmth of the sun on my face with you,
unfortunately the warmth is only skin deep without you,
all I can hope is that my heart will change seasons with time.
Michael Tobin
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Michael Tobin  Twin Cities, Minnesota
(Twin Cities, Minnesota)   
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