Winter's First Night

I know if I was coming home to you

The ice and snow wouldn’t feel so cold.

If I was met with your smile at the door

I wouldn’t have to deal with the pain

Of thinking about you with somebody else.

The snow falls into my eyes as I try to walk,

I stagger blindly by night trying to find you—

You’re by the fireplace as he keeps you warm.

I dream of being in his place, to have his voice;

But instead I return to where the lights are dim

And memories are the firewood beneath my heart.

Winter brings deathly laughter and a foreign world,

You’re gone awry in my mind and I can’t forget

The lingering moments that meant so much to me.

I can’t stop thinking about you—there is ice all around;

I hope on this night you stay warm.

      DannYetman

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