When he realizes that there are no more green leaves.
That the powdered sugar sprinkled on the top has melted.
Most of the delicate layer of dew has disappeared.
What will he say when there are no more shopping trips.
None of the same names popping up in conversation.
A party where no one wants to dance.
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If he loves you, he will say,"You hand is warm in mine, let us walk by the frozen river, now, while the sliver of
ReplyDeletemoon rises in the dusky sky and stars begin to fling their light to the glisten of your eyes, and breathe in the sharp cold smells of snow and cattails, and stop together the crunching sound of our boots to silently
look up, hoping to see the northern lights, but caring
only to share a steep melting gaze into one another's eyes. Nothing else matters."