Temperature plummets,
snowflakes descend leisurely
past trees rising in sombre
Gothic glory, solitary
pedestrian approaching
I leave the mailbox behind
and start my walk back home
in the deepening gloom.
You never know who it might
be. It could be someone
you knew
a million years ago,
and still expects to be remembered,
and you have no idea
who they are
and who you were
when you knew them.
23.01.2026
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