a cool winter evening

new year ball already dropped.

round rhe pavement

before a church

i ride.

tunes playing from the pocket

of my hoodie

zipped tight

to protect me

from the chill.

I waited for your call

invitation into your home.

where i would snuggle you

and be warm again.

your company would never grow old.

but i waited alone

by Saint Peter

amidst the graceful treetops

for the call that never came.

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