7 Essences – 4

Came the winter, shakily,
Visiting her parents

Didn’t think too much of me,
Or my wan appearance

She was gold, and apple tea,
I was blue and soda,

She was preludes in the dark
I a turgid coda

Looking up at lookers down,
They so far above me

They knew what I didn’t know,
That she didn’t

Love me

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