I miss you
Summer love,
As if a joke, it pulled our palms together
and carried us away into a beautiful game.
Summer love,
Sweet game, over with the first frosty days
And it becomes /leaves/ a print,
somewhere deep within ourselves.
Your train has left
Snow has covered the earth
But I realize more and more
how much I miss you
I miss you
In the icy mornings.
I miss you
At night by the fireplace
I miss you
On the smiley/happy/ holidays.