The day you left, the world turned white
like you, like snow
it comes,
you go
and so do I.
Best friend.
My ankles are so cold.
I was told
that letting go
it was the kindest thing to do
but it didn't come close
to loving you
and your green eyes
and your furry thighs
and my heart sighs
I miss you.
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