When this snow melts,
My feelings will go with it too, I promise.
The soil will drink up all my tears
And turn them into new joys,
Although they might be dry

When clouds stop matching the colour of the sky,
The trees will take the burden off my throat;
The urge to scream will turn into
Wild fruits.

As days get longer
And my chest finally fills up,
The mirror standing on my windowsill
Will begin to reflect sunshine to my face.
My tears will get warmer.

When spring finally comes
You will no longer have your seat in my thoughts,
In the emotions I have to chew up.

Mornings will not be problems,
Rather I'll look forward to them
And you won't, ever again,
Be the reason why.



© shishmish