Pneumonia
I’m drinking whiskey
In the cold
Kiss me and perhaps
I may grow old
Until then
I’m drinking
Whiskey in the cold
Perhaps
I will never know you
Well I guess
We were granted
The benefit
Of becoming acquainted
Enduring the shadows
That mirror
Our pictures painted
An expedition
One for all
Yet we remain tainted
How far shall we go
To resume these precious
Elements of snow
My ode to Colorado
I miss you
And you aren’t gone
I miss you
And I’m the one
Who left home
So I miss you
Yet here I am
Drinking whiskey
In the cold
Do you miss me
Perhaps, together
We’ll grow old
Don’t leave me here
Drinking whiskey
In the cold
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