Jack-Frost chills, and yellow sweaters. Black and blue, yellow and black, the torture of the mind who never forgot. The tortured mind of the person who silence never drowned, the voice of the person who’s memory remembered the taste of strawberries, the taste of sweet gumdrops, light green, purple, and pink summer popsickles. Why did you tell her you didn’t remember? Ice cold, warm beverages, frosted over with chunks of ice, and painful words. You made it look easy, when you allowed the past to drown. You made it look easy to fly, you made it look easy to laugh, to smile, to feel loved, you made It all so easy. Tell me, if you could take it all back, would you still have sworn to pull me from that tide…