It was a warm house in a cold place
Blankets of white cover the street making a bland wasteland
A beacon of warmth and comfort
My memories of those days are filled with smells I couldn’t remember if i tried
and people I couldn’t talk to if i tried
Maybe I could conjure them back for a moment if i tried
This is a cold house in a cold place
Blankets of white make this place look like every other place
We try in vain to making this place warm and comfortable but we can’t
because I realized the other day that I forgot those smells
and I realized that I could shout to the heavens or talk to your grave but you wouldn’t answer
but I’ll try my hardest until I can’t anymore and then I’ll try to remember one more time in vain
I’ll try to remember you for your warmth
I’ll try to remember you in the winter
I’ll try to remember you when it gets cold
and one day when I forget everything about you I’ll read this to try to remember you.