Slowly the snow has been left with footprints as it melts.
I liked how the love has started to fade
in the echoing beats of this rotting heart—
eventually unstable and unable to be loved and love,
it's a hurried, abrupt death of the ways you made me feel.
I'm at a lost; confused pacing footsteps around.
I don't know how I loved you back then,
now it seems like I never did, and I find it hard to see
how the world's never revolving like a spiral
around you right now.