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Winter in June


If I could go back in time,

To the space where our sorrows did not rhyme,

I would let you walk away;

Sit alone & watch the skies turn grey.


Maybe then, I would not be sitting here

On the corner of Davis & California street

Writing poetry about all parts of you I will never meet.


If you could go back in time,

You would probably not have touched me

On that cold night in February.


Maybe then, we would be in the same place,

Riding bikes on steep hills -

& not searching for each other in a stranger’s face.


If we could go back in time, I would just accept

That we were not meant to be.

Maybe then, I would not have this swelling fantasy

To trace all the parts of you I did not get to see.

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