Winter Song

 You won’t come back here
When the lake is frozen over
And there are no more
Ripples to count 
Instead of the minutes
 
The birds that sing then
Will have a different tune
A winter song
That doesn’t carry the warmth 
Of July
 
The heat that kissed our skin 
Was not close to the heat
Of your lips on mine
Of the gaze across the table
While talk tumbled by us
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