Plug in the earphones and the thoughts begin to fly pass;
lingering on memories of you to help fall asleep at night.
Like how you glisten in the morning like crackling glass
or how you sparkle with the lasts drops of dancing light.

Even in the way you hide your cold hands in long sleeves
or the way the air freezes as you whisper another fun fact.
Yes, I can see it now, you remind me just of winter leaves.
Not perfect because flawless but perfect because cracked.