I smelt the snow that covered the parking lot
Too early to live- too late to close my eyes
It had a familiar tang to the linger sting in the air
My youth- stuck to the back of my throat
In memories of grandmas on christmas day
Preparing desserts that would never taste the same again
Mixed with the exhaust of a cold winter morning
The taint of growing old and fading tree lights
I smelt the snow that covered the parking lot
Too soon i remembered where i was- too soon i opened my eyes