Road in the Winter Woods

Vine hanging down
She puts on lip gloss
And sticks in new piece of gum
Soft lips and fresh breath
But they aren't for you.
Instead you watch from behind
The sun on her
Black shoes
Black short jacket
Black high jeans
Blue bag
Blonde hair.
The vine dividing the road
Like the dry alley in the middle.
You are opposites
You have white pants
And a long coat.
She has anticipation
To see him
And walks fast.
You have memories
Of her
And walk slow.
To recall what she looks like
And how she made you feel
And the empty you now feel
The road is ending
So is winter
So is love.

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