Winter For The Northern Lake Country

It
will always be the one
I remember

when
she walked out
the door

and I
didn’t follow her curves
into
the rain of
the cold night

or
the lights of the street
fill her eyes
turning the sentiments
of men
into loyal tragic sadness

I watched the mirror
I watched the clock
I failed to watch her leave

then
the winter settled in

and
I bought wool socks
for
the
winter of the northern lake
country

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