Wind-burned Lips

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Wind-burned lips and the thought of you

On a cold rainy afternoon.

I reach for my memories

In the abyss of the road of sessions,

For I wish to remember

Your promise,

Your thoughts,

Your trust,

Your faith,

Your love.

Yet I fail, and I fail miserably.

But in failing, I succeeded

For all I have are memories

Of wind-burned lips and the thought of you…

And that is enough to let me remember

How much I love you.

(In memory of June 9, 2000)

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