Winter Regrets

Anna L. Murray
When the winds whisper
through the trees,
I'll be there.

When a leaf brushes
against your cheek,
I'll be there.

When the cold air draws near
and your warm breath dances around you,
I'll be there.

And when the frost thaws
and the buds are in bloom,
I'll still be there.

But when you finally turn
around to embrace me,
I won't be there.

I'll be far from here because you waited too long.

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