If it were real
it would be perfect.
Our window is glazed with ice
a delicate layer of frost like a dusting of the world's greenest cake on the lawn
and we are inside and warm.
a moment frozen in time in my memory
rain slithers down the side of the cork tree
and you pull back my hood
to look in my eyes in the darkness
and the everyday moments
sitting on the couch
with my legs draped on your lap, feet dangle carelessly
watching silly movies, it wasn't important
and there are so many facets
that make this whole crystal clear.
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