Poetry

Winter

I remember the sweet talks,
Burning the midnight oil.
I remember the long walks,
Treading the fresh soft soil.

I remember how we'd smile,
And wash away the pain.
I remember how I'd see you,
End up there once again.

You brought me love, you brought me summer.
You showed me life and gave it colour.
But oh how ironic, the seasons changed.
All warmth froze into barren hate.

Wild winds blow and my heart beats numb.
With my remaining breath, I ask myself, how did I get so dumb?
Endless storms house my heart.
What we build together is now falling apart.
I search for you in an aimless hinder.
But alas.

All that's left is me and chilly winter.