Greenwich Winters

Memories remain from the grey of winter.
Rain fell and fell on narrow paths,
Their echoes blending with voices that
drifted with accompanying loves.

Drops rolled from your hair. Soft.
I drowned in heavy air, swept away
on the breath accented by words,
Lost in the time the droplets took.

Long cloth swept the winds and held
moments in them to my chest,
Warming a fragile frame as they
protect from scattered leaves.

Now the sun pierces thick glass.
Memories remain from the grey of winter.
Echoes blending with voices that
drift with a missing love.

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