Snow came and went in a blink, not even a dusting here, while there, where she resides, strange pellet pelted her city like an attack from Mars. We all ache for winter until it actually arrives, aware then just how lonely life gets with no one to keep us warm.
Once again, I stroll these paths near the river, feeling the
chill deep down in my bones, not merely from the sudden drop of temperature,
from inside instead, this life we must lead, together yet apart, my ear buds
buzzing with her songs decades old, her versions of other people’s song, some her
own, all sung as if to someone long gone, someone other than me, and yet, as I listen,
I seek meaning that isn’t really there.
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