I remember when
music playing and looking at
you was
something I wanted to do for
all time
I thought love
was like a mountain
unchanging
snow accumulating
and melting and sliding almost unnoticed
off its back
now I sit making your birthday card
my hands cold in my freezing room with
the broken window
the love of two people is nothing to
a mountain--
weather and the flow of
water is perhaps life herself
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