Eskimo Kisses

Winter came early.

Snow, rain, slush on sidewalks, your hand not there.

And, it darkened early.

Only the moon gave guidance. Oh North star, where are you?

Lifeless grass yellows.

Autumn has gone. You have left. My shadow haunts me.

I’ve yet to see your face.

We played as children. Rubbing noses. Eskimo kisses.

Love leaves us lost.

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