Again
is knocking on my door
sometimes dressed in black
others dressed in white
and other gray
and wet to the bone.
It comes looking for the warmth of some home
and shake off the frost
and warm hands
and rest
waiting until it arrives
when the snow melts
and again be a miracle
spring.
And me here
in a broken silence of pain
accompanied by this loneliness
and remembering that you miss me
and that without you
nothing is the same.
And me here
feeding the fire of the home
while the heart dies of cold
feeling that you will never come back
and that without you
nothing is the same
nothing is the same.
Again
stroll under the elms
half-naked leaves
and whistle through the eaves of the houses
one more day
winter.
And me here
in a broken silence of pain
accompanied by this loneliness
and remembering that you miss me
and that without you
nothing is the same.
And me here
feeding the fire of the home
while the heart dies of cold
feeling that you will never come back
and that without you
nothing is the same
nothing is the same.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)