The warm words have worn off so easily,
The gloss of joy has now been removed.
Cold winter has dawned upon us both
Gone is the music to which we grooved.
We suffer because we don't converse,
Because we don't meet and share smiles.
But you should know that I'll be there
Whenever you have to travel harsh miles.
January 15, 2012
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