Not this winter

  • This mist, this winter reminds me of you,
  • How a cup of coffee used to be an excuse,
  • Watching the sky turn black to blue,
  • How your words were a source of amuse,
  • Times we talked about sky, moon, you and me,
  • Letting the stars witness our smiles,
  • The way you used to care, you used to be,
  • Vanishing all the distances of miles.
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