Skating on thin ice.
New Hampshire

I saw you skating on the lake,
Far away, a picture of grace.
Was it you, or my mistake?
I wasn't sure - couldn't see your face.

I've spoken often, (you wouldn't hear),
And held you closely in my head,
So far away and yet so near:
You could not be with me instead!

Thank you for memories and for songs,
For the happy times that they have brought.
One has to stay where one belongs -
Skating on the lake - was it you I thought.

The lake once warn now turns to ice:
The cold is bitter - the warmth was nice!

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