The snow would always
allow people to leave behind footsteps
in the whiteness of it all,
some shadow decapitated from the painted invisible,
but your heart has forgotten it all-
there are no footsteps echoing through;
and the snow has swept
the underlying sorrow that I screamed.
It wouldn't let me draw
in the deepest corners of your heart
and memories left sinking into the big blue...
don't leave me behind with everything
when you chose to forget it all,
you're left with so much reminiscence-
and these earmuffs aren't of any use.
I still hear your gentle words
telling me to move on
every single night as I stare at the snow
outside of my window that symbols a tear...