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I remember mornings with Safe Ride
No longer evenings, though not quite yet dawn,
Waiting for the call from just inside
Tired, and barely stifling a yawn,
Yet eager and excited still to be
Beside you, even at this weary time,
Basking in your warming company
Inspired to a retrospective rhyme
That could not be expressed in public. Then,
I was more cautious and yet no less thrilled
To be by you - and when I am again,
That happiness will be again fulfilled,
And I as joyous to be next to you
Though likely not, this time, quite frozen blue.