And here we loved like winter in the woods; a careful path trodden between bare branches and glistening, bone-white snowdrifts.
And here we loved like a hibernation; locked into our little paradise of each other’s arms, the warmth of his skin beneath these lips.
And here we loved like remembering;
A pale sunlight of nostalgia through the window to
highlight the ghost of you on the bedsheets.
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