Your name feels like a northern breeze,
A kiss of cold upon my sleeve
Not meant to stay, but still it clings,
Like winter's hush that won't quite leave.
You never see the way I turn
To catch the shimmer when you pass.
Just snow that settles where it's still
Not bold, not bright… but built to last.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 6:48 AM UTC
Your name feels like a northern breeze,
A kiss of cold upon my sleeve
Not meant to stay, but still it clings,
Like winter's hush that won't quite leave.
You never see the way I turn
To catch the shimmer when you pass.
Just snow that settles where it's still
Not bold, not bright… but built to last.
