Let me remember, then, the cold. Winter comes in slowly, at times, but one storm will bring it in a day. I remember the snow, sad, melting, snow which covered everything. I remember the days, the holiday spent working. Reaching out to you; you withdrawing, that I remember.
But what was it I said on that train? Whatever the words, I asked you not to break my heart. Go if you go, I will be fine, but I needed to lean on someone.
You said you wanted me, told me to stay.
Alone on that train, I contemplate the cold.
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