poetry/
Frostbite

4. 20. 2025

It was a moment that lasted a century,
now just a memory that I hold dear to me,
buried in regret and inside my own reverie.

I stood there, wide eyed terrified,
as I tried to bide for more time by your side
on a cold winter night, two lives intertwined.

You stepped on the tram all alone,
left me there prone burried deep in the snow,
and I've never dug out since I've let you go.