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I wrote your name in frost
on the cabin pane
Packed black tea and a rope
and a chipped enamel can
Boots by the door
map folded in half
The ridge looked close
but it laughed at my hands
Wind in the iron trees
Snow on my sleeves
I read my own notes
like a dare to believe
Alpinist’s journal
keep my heartbeat true
Alpinist’s journal
I climb to get to you
One more line
one more mile
(Alpinist’s journal)
One more line
and I’m still alive
At the first false shelf
my gloves went numb
A raven circled low
like it knew what I’d done
I kissed the page edge
where your picture was pressed
Salt on the paper
and ice on my chest
Sun on the knife edge
thin as a wire
I held to the ledge
with a grin and a prayer
Alpinist’s journal
keep my heartbeat true
Alpinist’s journal
I climb to get to you
One more line
one more mile
(Alpinist’s journal)
One more line
and I’m still alive
If I slip from the white
let the ink stay dry
Let the last little word
be your face in my mind
I don’t need gold
I don’t need fame
Just your warm little voice
calling out my name
Alpinist’s journal
keep my heartbeat true
Alpinist’s journal
I climb to get to you
One more line
one more mile
(Alpinist’s journal)
One more line
and I’m still alive
Alpinist’s journal
I made it through
(Alpinist’s journal)
I made it through
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