The sun blazes off coats of you're glaze
Of you're frost against the windows.
You are slowly beginning to liquefy
Soon you will be dried up into the pavement.
And I dont know when to expect a return.
And I dont know if it's safe to tell you
How much you're missed.
I will be looking out from indoors,
With the lust that you'll show up at my door.
I want to know why you have gone.
Why you don't return.
When that is all that this heart is asking for....
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