Winter comes in soft, with a ache.
a sad chill that sets.
Upon the earth, upon my chest.

The trees are bare, the sky is pale,
Like memories that encompassed in my brain, slowly flail.


Each flake that falls is like your name.

The wind sings a mournful song,
As if it knows the love we had, was wrong.
Or never had the chance to bloom,
Now buried in the winter with doom.

I walk alone through the streets,
Where every step feels incomplete without you.
The world is still, but I still ache.
For love that time could not remake.

And in the frost, I feel the sting.
a sting of things we lost.

things that never had the chance to spring.
Winter holds me, tender, tight.
A warm embrace, which I felt with you at night.