My footprints behind me blew away in the relentless winter winds. A million thoughts going through my mind as I try to taste her lips once more before mine are frozen in a puckered position forever.
She bundled me up in layer after layer before kissing our last kiss goodnight, watching me from her window until I became invisible in the darkness of winter's fury.
Four long miles at a snail's pace, each breath a labor of love, each step a gift. I took that walk in every season, come rain and heat and winter freeze. But summer was my favorite because I could taste her lips all the way home, four miles away.
Mike 2024
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