Witness
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Leaves, too young to fall, wonder if they've heard it all, hoping just to breeze through panes we raised too
low.
Sometimes, it would get so cold.
Wake me like you used to, letting in the chill again, every now and then, just too close to miss.
Now, I'm left with only this moment I can see you, talking as we'd milk it out.
The sun was slowing down, setting off, still lost, one night.
How could we have been surprised by things that only we knew, waiting, though you couldn't stay keeping
little ones awake, then, finally coming from your room, calling to the passing through?
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