We dug tunnels of snow and built fortresses
constructing homes all mighty and strong;
carved furniture of the white of winter
and using ice for the walls.
We rode man-made mountains
laughing on the descent
occasionally slipping, crashing,
with you once taking my knee to your chest.
You lay there, gasping
eye lashes covered in frost,
searching frantically for my face.
I stooped, grasped the red, broken sled
turned my back, and walked.
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