Spinning, circles in a hole, relationships going nowhere. Nothing that could be done will fix these complications. Except to leave, to get out of the hole, escape moments, dreams and memories that Never happened.
Climbing out is so not easy simply because In those few brief memories passions were created Left a fire in both of them. The fire flamed and burned out in the complications. Not the first time for either, but the last time for him There is nothing left to yearn for.
The winter season adding to despair; short days, longer nights, A metaphor for dreams never fulfilled. Time has passed everything by And only silence is left, nothing more.