Can winter be about us? As we looked out through the windows, Watching as the snow fell gentle, And the silence lulled out, The unendurable human noise. The world outside sleeping in peace As we sat by the fire, Hoping time would stay still, Forever.
Can winter be about us, Of that last time we ever met? Of warm summers we thought we'd see, And rainy afternoons consumed in caffeine and poetry , Of cold starry nights under a sycamore tree. Of all the time we thought we'd have, But didn't.
In another time In another place. You and I, Maybe?