‘It was only a Winters Tale’
On Christmas Eve you played it
Over and over until the lyrics swam between us,
But I still refused to hear what you were telling me.
‘A love that could never be’
While we danced naked in the Christmas lights and I laughed
Two-stepping clumsily around half-wrapped presents,
Fuzzy from too many Irish coffees.
‘The nights are colder now’
You whispered it in my ear
So softly that it sounded like a love song
And not a mean spirited promise
That in the morning you would be gone.
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