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                                                     because you are the only one who matters

because snow falls outside

and I see a fox

and you aren’t here to see

any of it

what is the window but a betrayal of the snow?

what if your love was always a because—                                                                        —and I, too stubborn to give up                                                                            your ghost because

I must look so much closer

                                                                                                I walk outside

I see the fox and it parts, with red fur, the snow

Its brown eyes are rimmed with green fire

                                                                                    like yours

                                                                        you are still hiding behind                                                                                      everything