every year
when the leaves have fallen
and the sun has disappeared
you find your way back to me

snow falls from the clouds
and into my mind
freezing all consciousness
and forgetting common sense

it seeps into my heart
and fills the cracks you made
each crevice
filled with naive hope
despite the cold bitterness
that is upon it

it fills each lung
the left
and the right
until I can no longer breathe
without you by my side

and each year
when the leaves have fallen
and the sun has disappeared
you find your way back to me
winter in your veins;
and I follow blindly
thinking this time,
things have changed.