The night is never ending......
The clock is ticking
Outside its snowing
Inside I am freezing
My heart is crying
It was like yesterday
We were sitting on that sofa
hugging, cuddling, kissing......
My winter's love
was gone...
Melted away with the snow....
Dissolved into the river that flows....
Its snowing again now..
The memories of yesterdays keep
coming back...
watching myself in
a movie after another....
The endings were all sad....
I am soaking wet
with tears....
My winter tears......

All she wanted was a new job.
A good man.
A white Christmas.

By her laptop, spinning out
The last designs of the year,
While I make her breakfast,

She looks out of her
Window, and
Smiles.

The cinematography, the imagery,
Visualizations, animation,
Those slow takes as the rain falls over the window
Behind which a girl rests her head
Looking out with dreamy eyes
Eyes, holding watery stories of a beautiful past

The door slams shut and
Out she comes
With winged feet and summer skin
Living in her head, she walks down by
Looks up above and smiles at the sky
She closes her eyes and the camera it shoots
How the sunshine falls on her eyelashes
Down, a perfect zoom in
Onto her lips hazed with tiny particles of light air

He blindfolds her eyes
Walks her gently all the way
The coldness increases and the noise reduces
More
He takes his hands off her eyes
And up she stares
with lips apart and stunned feet
At the gazillion stars chilled and silver
Against a black night
He smiles
covering her up from behind
with warm hands.

The rest of the night.

her fingers tenderly feel
the alphabets on the mail
dusty from lying in the letter box

she was away these two months
and now is back to a home
cobwebbed in cold silence

crawls up her eyes
a terrifying tear

this day last year

*he was here

It was the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stiring
Not even a mouse
.
.
.

.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Because I had already caught him