the grey door

i still have the taste of the snow that night
it stains my dry lips after all this time
i watched as you walked in through the grey door
and kissed me, as cold as you were, no matter

kindness came, you said, and showed you the way
it took you through clouds in the baby blue sky
over pale white fields with angels strewn across
and into my weary heart where you belonged

i believed you and held to every word
but you never walked through that door again
and when the thaw crept slowly upon us
the memory melted away with the fields

by owlman

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