Cracks in the streets that I roam.
The snow has covered the land in a blanket but I only see red.
Red the color of the jacket you wore because you hated coats, red the color of your cheeks and nose when we'd stay outside too long, red the color of the fire when we'd stay at home.
Red the color of your blood staining the snow.
A memory I cannot escape;
Blue the color of your gloves, blue the color of the morning sky, blue the color of our hot chocolate mugs.
Blue the color of your lips.
The ones I can no longer kiss;
White like the stars in the night sky,
White of the marshmallows in our drinks,
White like how the snowflakes fell.
White the color of your skin when I found you;
These streets with cars flying by as though time could never catch up.
How I yearn to run away but something keeps me here.
I've searched every corner of the place we called home.
Upturned every stone, every paper, and even the one place I'd never wanted to see you be.
Case closed, a ****** in the winter that no one could ever solve.
There's a missing piece and I don't think I can leave until I know that you rest in peace.
But for now it's winter, and I can't stop seeing red in the snow.
Smashed in my car window,
Threw out the stereo,
And as the bitter wind kisses my cheek.
I've slipped, and caught myself before but this time.
I can't get up for all I see is red, and I can taste the blood filling my lungs.
Here in this snow.
Where winter will never be the same.