May we be forgiven

I guess there’s comfort in leaving

Hands in my coat as I walk out the door

Pockets full of memories

Plucked out like fuzz and discarded on the floor

Gone like a wipe of the glass

Filled back in by the condensation

Like the falling snow, covering your tracks

As they all melt into one

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