I see her
in the kitchen.
at the stove.
she's mixing up something
in a bowl.
I see the ice
go into the glass
the gin
poured.
the lime cut
and set on the rim.
I see the snow fall
out the window.
I hear
the fire place
roar.
I see winter and more
winter.
she watches me as I fall
asleep
on the long
couch.
a weekend away,
just one day
more.
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