your song
of winter
is cold
and hard
to swallow
it covers
everything
in heavy layers
of nostalgia
and melancholy
such that
i cannot sing it
lay it down
and i will
make one
of my own
a brief refrain
an epitaph
for my footprints
swallowed whole
your song
of winter
is cold
and hard
to swallow
it covers
everything
in heavy layers
of nostalgia
and melancholy
such that
i cannot sing it
lay it down
and i will
make one
of my own
a brief refrain
an epitaph
for my footprints
swallowed whole
