white snow, bright snow
raw to eyes and heart,
last night she fell asleep,
by morning he was gone,
note now twisted on table
next to coffee pot,
with little explanation
a cowardly run,
stood on porch
looking to the furthest point,
snow blended landscape
so that it looked the same,
tears held back,
for something in the light
told her
it would get better now
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