Snow falls...
small sharp droplets.
Branches turn in almost half circles.

I wonder today
how you are
in your mountain range scenery -
sloped valleys of meditative grasses -
laughing people - colours and dazzling bangles
in the markets.

Winds howl in the distance -
windows rattle.
The theatre of nature outside.

Today I wonder
what you have been philosophizing
about all of these long years ?
What you look like ?
Shall we ever meet again ?

Once so close -
Memories from the house
on Lincoln Street run heavy
through me
when I walk by our doorway.
I can hear the hinges squeaking.
Nothing much is changed
as I walk on the pavement
our footsteps touched -
hand in hand.

Cool air surrounds me.
You are thousands of miles away -
on the other side of this planet.
Your thoughts never reach me.
On this Valentines morning,
I reminisce on past times
with you.
Do your thoughts ever
drift to this continent ?
to my doorway ??

Today I will walk in the snowstorm,
jumping over tall banks of snow.
I need to experience
this radical weather change,
but
I will not
walk past
the house on Lincoln Street.

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