Like a smile from the dead.
Like a mile from the road,
With a clear path ahead.
Not a drop of confusion,
But so many drops of rain.
Feel your voice on my head,
As it seeps into my brain.
And the life you give me,
I'd as soon give to you.
But this Winter pain is mine.
It is not meant for two.
You might tug away,
To share the pain I remember.
Your willingness to share,
Is my heaven in December.
-miguel
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