Poetry

Is it

I who sees you

Or is it you that sees me.

On this cold winter day

When I’m all wrapped up to go outside again.

And the foot prints from earlier are covered up again outside my door.

As if my first trip out didn’t happen at all.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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