Under the Lamppost I Waited for Her

The silent snowflakes
that fell on that windless night
froze the ground and sky.

The flickering lamp-
post glowed soft above my head
and above my hands

that held a letter.
My letter, I clutched — there I
waited, silent as

the twirling snowflakes.
I waited, heart eager, for
the recipient.

The letter, which I
had crafted and perfected,
was waiting for her.

The silent snowflakes
that fell on that windless night
warmed my heart and mind.

Because I was waiting for her.

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