Coldest Winter

The door closes, the coldest winter has arrived.

 

Like the blistering wind chill you've scorned my heart,

 

and just as wind should, you passed me by and never looked back.

 

The snow is growing heavy, it mixes with the only source of emotion

 

that can differentiate itself from my body and mind; tears.

 

Yet they fall not for you, they are just remnants of your existence,

 

or how we once existed together. And as the gusts of trembling wind come and go

 

 the ice riddled rain will serve its purpose. The tears

 

fall and integrate with the crippling ice that will melt away.

 

 Amnesia if you will, a memory, a memory forgotten.