there are five simple fingers wrapped around my heart
and they will not let it go
They are five photos
four on a wall and one in a box
to remind me of your face
they are five memories
so I know that you are real
they are a warm hand on my cold heart
to give me strength in a world so strange it hurts
they are not blue eyes or brown hair
or pink lips or white skin
they are not you
but they are enough for me
here in this snowy place
where I wait for you to come home

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