The First Snow:
Someone once told me a special something.
Hot chocolate is meant for two,
much like starry nights and candle lit tables.
I believe it was you.
I remember many tender things from our chilled past.
Such as our first snow and wintry roses.
However these things are never built to really last.
And this December isn’t nearly as romantic.
And every now and then, I see our names in the snow.
Spoon fulls of purple syrup,
Only ease the ache in my throat.
Not in my heart.
You never were artistic,
That was always my forte.
But tonight your name shows up
On the side of a new snowman.
And I’ve finally come to realize that it was you.
And hot chocolate really is meant for two.
Oh how I wish it was still just me and you.
But I am alone now, and feel so blue,
Drinking my hot chocolate meant for two.
Submitted: August 14th, 2003
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