neither the cold white mornings,
nor the drizzling night rain
could console the broken heart.
memories bleed like fresh wounds,
and dreams are dead and buried deep,
yet, coming back to haunt as dreaded nightmares.
But there is nothing as insufferable,
as the word we have often spoken-
to each other, and cherished.
But yes its true, the times have changed,
and so have we.and when it passes again
so will the pain that lingers inside,
and the gloomy loneliness too, i hope.
i'm standing my ground and bidding you, adieu
let the stab wound bleed and dry out.
let it scar. and let me be fearless.
if you were my great winter,
i can't wait for my spring.
may the face illuminate, from the
glorious light of new dreams and hopes-
as i utter it one more time,
for old time's sake,
with a hint of sarcasm.