When we meet again

You don’t believe me when I said —

“I’ll call.”

“Let’s do coffee.”

“I’ll be in touch.” —

I don’t believe me either.

 

If our paths were to cross again

In winter

The north wind blows

The muddy roads turn icy in the cold

Let’s not share any more polite exchanges

Let’s have a bear hug.

 

I could do with the warm embrace.

 

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