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Snow Chart
It is snowing for the first time in twenty years.
Millions of iced flowers are falling from the sky.
But love is just another way of looking at the weather, I think.
We are on my bed and you have a piece of paper and a pen.
You are drawing a graph to show me how love changes over time.
Two small people with rough biro bodies and big heads
walk along the x-axis, holding hands.
They are you and I heading into our own future.
It can be tough to walk through love, you tell me gravely.
The y-axis charts the push and swell of your feelings,
starting low the days after we met at the club and then creeping up. Come November and the line rockets skyward.
You wave the paper at me. See? Did you see that?
This is how much I love you now.
I nod. We both look out the window, where the
snow has covered everything.
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