i still wonder if you liked me
or if the winter made you lonely
you fell in and out of me
so fast
and i tried to hold on
to your running down those empty streets
my arm
in your arm
i couldn’t fight the cold
i’m sorry for these brittle bones
they’re frostbit and old
i know
and you picked me apart that warmer night
shared a blunt over the fire
but the light of winter never comes
and it always ends.
winter always ends with dying