I am looking
for him everywhere but he
is not even in my dreams he is
scattered over the snow
in kicked-up footprints he is
the smudges on the windows when I breathe
against
the glass, watching my loneliness fog into
my fingertips, watching him
always not appear.
little girl (asked in broken english) why do you always dream?
I don’t know sir, but I am waiting nonetheless.
the last pavilion 
I love this. That last part, with the little girl, is it a reference to something?
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thank you <3. ah, no, I just put it in. I wish I could say it was a reference and sound all literary and posh….but lol no, it's just how the poem came out.
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