Thursday, when the earth was frozen
And the ground crunched 'neath my feet,
Wind berated me for walking
Down this cold and barren street.
'Tis these mornings, bright and arctic,
When the shadows reach towards west,
That I truly feel your absence,
And I learn to love you best.
Thursday, when the sun was shining
In deceptive winter skies,
My blood ached for truer weather
Not this season full of lies.
'Tis these mornings, bright and empty,
That find me sad and lonely,
When I truly feel your absence,
And I yearn to love you only.
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