So close so far wondering where you are

How is it that the closer I am the farther I feel?

The Owl came on his own today in the form of would you stay at the rink in the cold if he could love again

Of course

Silent trenches, seven silent trenches.

Every time I see kits I think I don’t belong here I’m in no man’s land I’m in the boundary

Acadia

Acadia

Acadia

Is gone

I said

You’re always in my

Head

You’re always

In my head

And somewhere close but not close enough the one I think of is.

Is?

I love you Shoma so much so proud

And all the littles who are new to the crowd and so small but so powerful,

Such talent and grace.

Beauty in the cold,

I miss your face.

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