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Feb 2020
I saw the winter skies locked in your eyes for the first time in seven years
When you cry, do you cry for me?
The tears turn to icicles
I swear I saw it in your face

I thought we were painted in the playing field.
Who knows what I was seeing. It felt so real.

Tell me, whatโ€™s on your mind.
The last time I saw you, you seemed concerned.
Who knows?
A wish spoken aloud may be a wish that may be heard.

The snow falls ******* both of us now.
But you brought on the cold.
Those black senseless eyes of yours drives the snow.
Now sheโ€™s a faded memory-todayโ€™s pain.
Just a fragment of my yesterdayโ€™s.
Who would have thought?
She was so cold
1998 poem
Jesse Thomas Devlin
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Jesse Thomas Devlin  40/M/USA
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