we meet at an ice cream parlor
I swivel my chair just in time
to see you walking through the door
and you smile and sit down beside me
and softly brush vanilla from my lips.
In autumn
you kiss me for the first time;
soft lips meet my chapped ones
and I tiptoe to meet your eyes,
they are hazel with specks of gold
like the yellow leaves on the ground
and I am in love
but I do not dare say it out loud.
In winter
I sit alone at the chair I first met you
and swivel around again and again
watching the door just in case
you'll walk through and smile at me.
The cold outside could never be
as bitter as my heart.
In spring
I breathe in fresh air
and I start to forget
the way your hazel eyes
looked at me and the
taste of your lips the first time
you kissed me and the way
your smile glowed when
I said "I love you" back
and I am scared because I
am trying so hard to hold on.
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