XXLove letters

 

 

 

 

When scars were buried under snow,

 

Nobody is to be killed,

Everyone will be kind,

It is too late,

You’ll understand later,

You won’t be surprised,

Their eyes will explain,

It’s pointless to start from scratch,

It’s rude to storm into fate’s head,

In swirls of afternoon dust,

It’s vintage to swear in roofless divine chambers,

The first winter without you,

Winter gives us a chance to change ourselves and something,

To take a cold look at the past,

To find a cool point of view,

The sky and the stars go black,

The city is not the same,

It’s very quiet,

It’s new,

It is very clean,

Snow is bleaching silence,

It’s night,

It crumbles like sugar powdered biscuits,

As if the past was erased,

 And as if nothing had happened,

As if I hadn’t cried,

As if over there across the street of my mind I hadn’t been deceived,

As if I hadn’t felt happy when I closed your front door,

As if I hadn’t lied to myself in this room,

When I looked out my window,

And stared, and stared at sinewy pavements,

In utter despair,

As if I hadn’t flooded the sidewalks,

As if I hadn’t shed tears for you,

As if I hadn’t died of my love,

As if the walls hadn’t spied on my sadness,

As if I had never felt being all alone inside,

As if I hadn’t mourned,

As if I hadn’t died,

Everything is white and new,

As if only beautiful things had happened,

I roamed the city,

I breathed,

I infused it with my presence,

I was everywhere,

I knew,

I stepped on snow,

It hissed and squeaked,

The first snow without you,

How beautiful,

 How peaceful,

 

P.S. As if nothing bad had ever happened,

 

As if I had never fallen for you.