The snow is falling,
And in the cruel caustic cold,
My thoughts whisper, stalling,
Of memories that slowly unfold.
I imagine I hear you calling,
And smiling, I'm consoled
By delusion.
"My heart has died," I proclaim,
Quietly, for no one else must know.
And for this I've no other to blame
But myself, for love to bestow.
"She was nothing," they exclaim,
"The pain, you'll outgrow."
I don't.
This dreamlike lunacy
Carving my heart into pieces.
A lesser mortal'd agree
That the heartache only increases
If we dwell, as an amputee
Lingers, sad, on that which ceases
To exist.
A/N: I know this poem sounds pretty dismal...but I'm actually in the opposite mood at the moment. Slightly amused. So I'm not quite certain why it came out. I do know, though, that I was inspired by 飘雪, that beautiful Cantonese song. And in the bathroom I thought "dreamlike lunacy" was a nice phrase to write around. XD