1989

1989
took my feet from me
i think it dragged the wind

you stood out in the snow
you stood under the tree
you waited while i kissed her good night

ice crinkled light
a memory of shattered glass
a memory of falling snow
and the smell of warm beer

(After so many years pass, memory becomes more a memory of what it was like to feel certain things.)

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