I want to walk on that pavement,

with these hands in my pockets,

and my collar close to my ears.

I want to see my breath in front of me,

and hear my feet crunching the snow below.

I want to stop by that market on the way home,

and pick up from fresh fruit for breakfast.

I want to come home to you at the end of the day,

with my day's work in my hands,

and know that you feel this way, too.

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