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Snow fell hard today.
I wonder if you've been wearing
the jacket we bought and then you
complained about.
'It was overpriced.' you said, as if
there was a price to pay
to be as sharp as you.
or that time, the Christmas before
you left:
'Hyung, what is this?'
'A mistletoe.'
'We aren't americans.'
'Just—go with it.'
You're funny without even meaning to.
The snow has been unforgiving.
Some days I struggle to walk through it.
You always knew, though,
when it would fall the hardest.
I never learn.
Because—
It's been years.
And I'm still waiting.
And I'm getting older.
You could at least
write back, you know?
I missed you.