Seasons

When it was still October
a sad time to wait,
I held your hands in mine with
bated breath and wept.
Left pieces of myself with you,
in your snow covered lashes,
with your spinning arms
in the leaves,
leaves we never raken into piles
in a life i never knew
i would live.

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