it is not as if I kept a list

you know the scene already but I will set it up for you- it was snowing a few days before Christmas and he put his jacket around my shoulders the smell of leather, a memory rose between us in the c…

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I so enjoyed this poem from Pleasant Street, I just had to re-blog it. It reminds me of a black and white film on a Sunday afternoon.