A long time ago
You wrote my name
On the snow
Painstakingly
Skiing over
A sharp slope
Etching those letters
On a Pristine white
Foolishness
Of a heart rending
Sort
A labor of love.
But I was touched
And took care
Only to smile tenderly
Maybe blame myself
For being
Colder than the ice.
But time passes
And snow melts
And only a
Digital Photograph
(Soon to be sent
To the Recycle bin)
Reminds me
Of a February Foolishness
I am so glad
You spared a tree
The anguish
Of an unrequited un-love.
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