The frost will be forming
On the dark glass of the
Window of what I once knew
As your room. Without your
Symbols in it, it once again
Blends into the building of
Which it is a part.

Although a clear sky
Now indicates freezing,
Back then it was the
Harbinger of another clear,
Sunny day to come,
Bringing with it the short
Summer shadows that would
Join us under the trees
As we enjoyed dry grass
And priceless moments.

There was something about
The night that awoke in us
A strange, youthful passion
For frivolity or adolescent
Romanticism that provided us
With memory after memory
Of recent summer days that
Now seem to be part of
Another lifetime altogether.

Although I am happy now,
The sight of your old window
Saddens me as I remember
Your distinctive voice, and
Your hats, no longer parts
Of my life.

There will always be room
For your definite self
In this heart. Perhaps I should
Cease to wait, and extend
The hand of friendship
To you once more.

01/22/2005

Posted on 01/27/2005
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