Morning light still dim, still young
Day still dark, still not begun
I rose, awake, and seeking the sun
And found instead snowflakes to catch on my tongue.
The snow tastes like memories of brighter days
Before we left to go our own separate ways
The snow tastes like sunshine, encrusted in ice
Sparkling but white, so small yet precise
And would taste almost sweet if it wasn't so cold
Reminding me of days weary and old
Where are you now? Do you remember my name?
Have you died from the darkness, your darkness and shame?
I loved you once, my friend, my foe
But that was so so long ago.
I think it was you I missed the most
And I almost mourn for the friendship I lost.
But did you find others to ensnare?
Do you still have that lock of my hair?
How many hearts have you chosen to chill?
The days have gone, traitor, but I love you still.