Tenacious enough,
I waited.

The sunlight glimmered
and i saw the last of you.
As your shadow walked by
an obscene memory

Metro trains with passenger heat
Countries crying for wars beneath

Smoking some blunt
And cursing luck

And as Hachiko waited
For years till death
And forlorn and debate

Should i wait for summer
Till it's Autumn again
Shoveling your snow and pain,

Winter was your middle name.