Nights of stars, far off, clear,
Memories unlooked for, near.
Two Shadows billow in red-gold glow
Rumor born on winter’s blow.
Of Christmas lights, bright and blinking,
Of laughter, a smile, roguish, winking.
A walk in darkness, with winter nigh,
But warm with friendship and a starry sky.
...Some things are hard to forget
Now that it’s only one silhouette.
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