You Said
I knocked at the door on an agreed signal
‘Come in, Spring,’ you said
Slowly I removed my hat
My hair thick with snow on both sides
When I took you in my arms
‘Panic not, fool,’ you said
A frightened little deer was
Running in your pupils
On your birthday you said
‘Do not bring a gift, never.’
When my Cassiopeia had
Long been twinkling on the crown of your head
At a crossroads you said
‘Do not part with me, ever.’
A white beam of dazzling car light
Traveled in between us
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